Numb, is what I've become.
Lousy weather, someone bidding a tearless goodbye. No expression to be shown, no happiness -- plain empty and dumb. The numbness haven't subsided, I kinda loved what I am.
I can't feel it -- the usual pain have faded but it's still there. Not akin to the air, can be felt but can't be seen. But I know it's hiding somewhere, the anguish, the misery. I hope 'em not to be triggered again.
Crowded places, but couldn't perceive anyone's presence.
No one is there; such a lonely place for someone, on the inside, is dead. A life devoid of living.
A phase slowly fading. In the inside, silently crying. On the outside, kept smiling.
The numbness haven't subsided.
True love -- one-sided. I can't be the one you wished me to be. I'm sorry, now go away.
For this piece, you could listen to Numb by Linkin Park