I sit here in the darkness All I hear are faint echoes of things far far away None of it can hurt me now There's nothing inside of me I spilled it all, now it's gone should I be sad, or maybe happy? Either way, I wouldn't feel it Melt into the wall No spiders crawl I'm here all alone turning to stone I feel no pain I feel no hope I feel no sadness All I am is numb In the past I knew what feelings were but it hurt more than it fixed so I put them far far away and now I feel naught Melt into the wall No spiders crawl I'm here all alone and I like it? I feel no pain I feel no hope I feel no sadness All I am is numb I feel nothing and therefore I feel happy
Later that day, I actually felt kind of relieved. The shock had basically told me it was time to move on, and subconsciously I knew this, but on the surface, I simply felt nothing. I started to write, and suddenly I realised that feeling nothing made me feel very happy, which was about as ironic as it gets. |