My heart pangs and hurts
Like a million pieces of shrapnel splitting inside me
But at least it is able to ache
My eyes are red and swollen
Like a million bees have laid their stingers and this is the aftermath
But at least they are able to cry
My arms are tingly and falling asleep
Like a million pins and needles that never seem to fade
But at least they are able to wake
My head has a heartbeat that pumps fast
Like a million drums beating in unison
But at least it is able to calm
My feet are cold and clammy
Like they sat in an ice puddle for a million years and never dried out
But at least they will warm
All of these sensations bombarding me
Yet, I’m numb