Blank Mind.
Blank Soul.
Masked behind a false sense of happiness.
Why the hell does this keep happening?
I't can't be helped so please don't be mad at me.
I'm numb.
I know it sounds dumb.
I swear I stopped taking drugs.
I've been sober for quite sometime.
Only smoking weed to free my mind.
It gets me by with ease.
It even helps me eat.
That should be a good thing.
Even so I'm still hardly ever hungry.
Though you would surely disagree.
Oh wait who am I even writing to?
If not to you...
Oh wait that's right.
I'm only writing to me...
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poetic_demise425 (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Numb as if I was given an instant lobotomy
- Category: Reflection
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Great write
Thank you
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