Submissions by AguyfromTown

Imagine everyone has a number floating above their head
In reality there isn't a number there at all
But sadly most people use this invisible number still
To most its the first thing they see
And the last thing they will see
The number will do all the talking before you get a chance to speak
And when it's done you might not even get chance to speak at all.

While my heart beats, my body is still
With my eyes open everything is dark
I can hear sounds but not the sound of you
And when I try to feel, I feel empty
Some days I'm allowed to see outside
See the light, feel the warmth and hear your voice
As much as I would love to stay outside
My visits are cut short
I'm dragged back in falling to the bottom
Your voice fading until it's forgotten
And so it begins again
While my heart beats, my body is still