A Prayer for the Numb


A Prayer for the Numb

Slap me, I want to know it hurts.
Kiss me, I want to feel the need.
Tear me apart so I can finally feel broken,
because right now all I feel is nothing.

All I feel is nothing.

Where did this stone of a heart come from?
And who will take the time to break it?
When will I finally let someone in?
And will he likes what he sees?

Will he like what he sees?

Every night I say a prayer,
A prayer for my heart to feel whole,
A prayer for a sense of direction,
A prayer for someone to touch my soul.

Someone to touch my soul.

-Nandita-

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