The emotions blend together creating a constant numb.
Have I really smoked and drank all my emotions away?
Have I lost the one thing that makes me feel alive while chasing the things that make me revive.
Sometimes I just need to cry but the tears won't fall out of my eyes.
Sometimes I need to scream at the top of why lungs but the words won't leave my lips.
Sometimes I need to slice my arm from elbow to wrist but the knife is to blunt to cut.
Sometimes I just need some time for myself to find who I am again because It seems that this world can cover up my identity and stash it so far that not even I can remember who I am.