A poem...
Words inside lie un-spoken,
That are yet to come.
I sometimes stop to break down,
But another second and again, I'm numb.
And I'm screaming inside,Mentally, I'm running away.
I tell myself it's not true,As my world goes grey.
I'm not capable of taking it,
Not ready to believe.
Yeah, I'm holding back,No, I won't breathe

I read this poem while surfing net...
Experiences keep people punching and with every punch in stomach, the will to live life dies gradually. People fight and cry and might do a lot of crazy things to vent out their frustrations.

Once the frustration, the sadness is vented out, the container (the heart) can once again be filled with love, happines and if the fate has decided a next punch for you, then probably again the heart is going to be filled with negativity, hopelessness, sadness, etc.

But everytime is not possible to find out ways to get rid of these sad feelings. When the count of such bad experiences increases, your heart gradually becomes immune to the actions which make it feel better.

And thats precisely when a person becomes numb!!!!. There are times when tears just dont come however hard you may try; there is no way to empty your heart and once again have an opportunity to fill it with something better. In such a situation the hear continues to remain filled with the sad feelings and this conistency is like a mental poison, which lets the person to be alive physically, but mentally is dead. Thats the numb state!!!!And no magic works then...!!!

People might comment on this with flavours of positivity. But let me tell you anybody can think and write about and be positive only till the moment that last punch of your life has not come.

May God bless this world by dismissing the last punch in everybody's life.