Remember when you used write so much? 
Your words upon paper was like oxygen to your lungs, you couldn't get enough. 
It was all that you wanted, all that you were...
But that made you happy
It made you glow inside 
Where did that light go? 
What made it disappear? 
I saw it fade, I'm watching it now
As painful as it is 
There's nothing to feel 
Just emptiness 
Is this what it's like to be numb?