disgust

Numb now, numb because of the feelings i've built up stuffed into this too small body this too small heart pinpricks, running all over my arms my cold stringy arms, smelling like the home, i wish i had stranded, on this deserted island all the inhabitants have left for they are afraid of the destruction bound to come, that is, the island of my mind alone, so alone, because i know no one would be brave enough to untangle the mess, that is me.