numb

All these thoughts that I keep thinking
makes me think I want to stop breathing.
I want these thoughts to get out of my head,
yet, they still come to me while lying in bed.
I keep saying, "Get out, get out!"
but they'll always be there without a doubt.
My mind is polluted with these terrible thoughts,
A web has formed which evil ideas have caught.
I want to get better, but I have lost hope,
I guess now I'll just have to learn to cope.
Cope with the fact that my happiness has died,
and if anyone gives a compliment, I feel they have lied.
I want to lie in my bed all day long;
my emotional status is no longer strong.
A part of me is currently dead,
My body feels full and heavy of lead.
Every day it gets harder to move,
Even at a dance I can't find my groove.
It feels like novacaine has taken over my veins,
I can't even taste the sweetness of candy canes.
Emotions of death finally have come.
I am the human, the one that is numb.