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NUMB.

  We all are bleeding. We don't see it with naked eyes, but as we grow old our heart tears everyday. Everyday is a fight against the odds in our hearts and we try to avoid them, run away from them, make them crumble up into a ball of paper and throw them into the dustbin, and everytime we fight, we bleed. We are unaware of the pain we suffer everyday, blinded by the materialistic accomplishments and convinced happiness. Or may be we are aware. We see us change everyday. We repent to look at ourselves in the mirror coz our eyes scream, it screams the truth we often try to hide with our blinded emotions. But these eyes , these petty eyes do not have much to offer. Everyday it dies a little. Everyday, we die a little. 

But there are days when we can't run anymore. All these emotions demands to be felt. The sadness and pain hits our head like a hammer. It keeps hitting us again and again, demanding their rights to get noticed and finally they succeed. They over power us, drown us as deep as they can and we? We are left helpless. The crack in our hearts widen. It tries to bleed out all the emotions and sorrows, wants to tear away causing pain which aches our whole body. Our stomach aches, our voice chokes, we struggle to breathe, and all we look for is a shelter. But how can we ask for help when we feel helpless? We don't. We look around and we notice the void we are living in. There's no tears left to cry, no voices left to scream, we are left empty but we bleed.  Our entire body bleeds until there's only the corpse that's left. We die a million times before our death. But we house these emotions. We try to keep them in lock and key and let them deliberately destroy us day by day, because our heart, its too fragile to fight anymore. All the bloods are bled and now we stay numb. All the cries for help are dead, and now we stay numb. 

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