I don't feel pain.
My heart is as cold and hard as a stone.
My face is constantly expressionless; a look of pure intensity.
I am strong.
I am tough.
I can do just about anything I put my mind to.
I don't have any friends, but I don't need any.
I'm fine by myself--I'm strong enough on my own.
I don't have feelings, but I don't want them.
They are just a sign of weakness, which is the one thing I am not.
I don't feel pain, either.
Actually, I don't feel anything.
Not after what you did to me.
You hurt me so bad that now nothing hurts.
I felt so many horrible things because of you, so now I can't feel anything.
I'm completely numb.
And I tell myself that's a good thing.
Now I can never be hurt again like you hurt me.
I don't need anyone, and I'm completely self-sufficient.
But the only problem is, I can't feel anything.
Not only can I not feel the bad things like pain, I can't feel the good things like love.
I haven't felt happiness, love, joy, or any other emotion after what you did to me.
So is it worth it?
Is being numb to the pain worth being numb to the love?
I don't know.
And maybe I'm wrong to convince myself otherwise.
Maybe feeling pain is better than not feeling anything.
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