Numbed heart

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.