Numbed heart

LINES BENEATH THE HEAVY DOSES

I might never confess,

Where words didn't feel enough.

Might be a trauma a little drama,

Inside my head, in my nerves,

All over em getting Numbed.

Cried enough on quilts

All enough alone, am done

But why do I shatter

When I think am getting better,

It taunts, Kinda feel lost.

Am drenched am clenched

In thoughts I raised like none.

Held my perseverance

Less, to praise just one.

Left all what mattered me

In pieces,

Let all them get lost

In spaces,

Am I just enough or I'm getting Numbed.

I'm sorry if am kinda mad,

But the world never saw me sad.

I am better replacing,

Laughter over scars,

For secrets I wish I never had.

These were some lines from Alizeh's Journal,written on a dark pale twilight.Under the heavy dosed atmosphere surrounded by the breezes of Hill city. The exact dream place where she always wanted to live. Leaned to the fur quilts of hanging wicker chair, and the bunches of violet lavenders never failed to infuse the whole vibe with aroma and liveliness.

As she started to write the next lines the wind flew right across the pages that it flattered so quick and slow in a motion to so many pages behind.Just like it rewinded a flash of past days at a Sudden.