Numb

by Sarah   May 8, 2005


Darkness Consumes me for every lie i say.
My Hearts become as cold as the winter wind.
Beause of this im numb to my feelings
If you cut out my heart would it be black and turned to stone?
If you cut me open would i even bleed?
I cant feel my blood running through.
Its finally true.Ive died inside.

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