Numb

This is a place where real things become fake, food becomes poison, here your reflections in the mirror lie to you. At night, people become monsters, ghosts starts staring at you, people you trust becomes the one that curses you, and in the end you wake up different than yesterday, little damaged inside out to fight another battle and this time it’s for the very breath you hold. When you get thirsty, you search for the water and what you find has an iron taste in it, only reminding of blood. Sometimes, sleep will call you to bed, but you can’t close your eyes, because it’s what they want. Once you drift into your sleep, they start pulling you from your body, but God never allows that to happen. It’s the only reason why I’m still alive. I’m not taking one day at a time, I’m taking one hour at a time. Looking outside, I can see the thunder screaming my name, birds staring at me, and the strange thing is that my reactions have gone cold. Nothing provokes me, nothing hurts me, and all I feel is the numbness, looking at everything that’s happening to me.