Numb

I want to hide but I’m already lost.
I’m already spent but at what cost?
To find my way, where do I look?
Caught in a trap, sinker, line and hook.

No drive, no desire, no thirst for more.
No accountability, no passion, one foot already out the door.
No heart, no soul, no skin in the game.
Potential, faded away all the same.

Numb. No feeling.

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