‍‍‍A dark room is all I've got that has no glimmer to it. The only voice surrounding it is the voice you've hit me with. I've fallen, broken and shred all parts such that I cannot exist. Yet, the only voice that haunts me is the voice you keep raising notch by notch, even though I have kept quiet throughout. My mistakes are the things you keep pin pointing again and again, and all I've got to say is that I cannot refrain

I cannot refrain myself from reacting

I cannot refrain myself from trusting, even though you are not trust worthy or the fact that you are as close as family.

After tons of mock and jocularity, all I know is that I have become immune to the same old dosage of trash. Not in a good way, I assure you because now when I smile, it does not light up the sky, now when I cry, the tears don't touch the ground, now when I shout, the creases on my forehead do not exist and now when I crib, it is all about my trip through this life I am trying to live.

Its numbness that has surrounded me, a place that has all six walls of a box and all the light that exists inside an astronomical black hole. I take in all the misery you give and can't get myself to give it back, I take in all the bullets you shoot and don't have the heart to shoot you back. You've hurt me so much as to a level of numbness...I cannot feel your screams and laughter, nor can I feel my senses that have bound themselves to your halter. Whatever I write, it turns out to be blank because numbness is something I cannot prank.