The ups of feeling nothing

No fear, no pain...
numbess surrounds me like a thousand screaming voices that I can't make go away.
But it's alright.
I need to hear them. I
need to know I'm not alone.
If I'm crying you won't hear it.
If I'm bleeding I won't feel it.
No worries, just waiting.
Will I welcome death with open arms?
Either way it won't matter because it's coming for me.
Closer... closer... closer...
I'm not afraid anymore.
Maybe if I could feel I would run screaming
but I'm numb and oblivious
and that's the way I would like to stay.
Forever?
Perhaps not.
There's a deeper voice inside of me
beneath the numbess.
It cries out for redemption, rescue
But I don't because I'm comfortably numb and nothing phases me.
Not now... not ever again.
Unless the voices take complete control.
They want out.
They feel the pain that I've shut out.
They cry the tears that I can't anymore.
They're scared and they hide.
But not me...
I'm right here
so do with me what you please.