Nothing Personal
I refuse
Refuse
To let
This
Bring me
Over an edge
I'm not ready to
Jump
Numb cores
Numb hands
Maybe I'm
Not sane
I refuse
Refuse
To use
Some
Kind of
Excuse
I'd rather
Just shut off
And not talk
To any of you
Numb chest
Numb mind
Maybe I'm
Not sane
I refuse
Refuse
To become
What is not
Me
I can't change
Everything
So I'll just shut up
And steam
Copyright © Charissa Gonzalez | Year Posted 2010
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