Painfully Numb

I placed a needle in my wrist,
Nothing,
I placed another,
Nothing,
Three more,
Three more nothings,
So that was the first word,
I always speak to myself,
So myself is I,
Which is my second word,
All the choices I have,
The things I can do,
This is my third word,Is,
Simply because it is a link,
Something I never really was,
Good,
Which is my fourth word,
And my final word,
Well it is simply stated,
As what I have had,
That is enough,
So my outer arm is,
It is my tapestry,
Facing outward,
So everyone can see what goes on,
What goes on inside of me,
Something I think,
Forever and always,
Everyone will see.