Poem: Stop when

I am tired.

I mean tired.

I am so used to the hurt

That I forgot how it feels to bleed.

It seems as if I am numb to the pain like Novocain

Does that even make sense?

To me I do not know,

I am just here to please

And let you feel at ease.

This thing is hard,

And knowing that I got to keep living it

Makes me wonder when will it be enough?

If I am honest there is no answer to that question.

Sometimes I just want a moment to breath.

Then I think of why I am here,

Is because you stop.

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