Life always somehow hurted But I have lost all feeling My emotions I find deserted So much my mind is reeling I feel my soul begin to wane As I realize, I feel no pain
There are times when my soul Should be black and twisted But I look and I find a hole As if the agony never existed Maybe I've become insane Because I feel no pain
In my confusion I cut deep To see if I am truly human I look and blood begins to seep Feel the cut where the knife ran Yet no emotion I gain Why do I feel no pain?
My mind should be suffering And my soul should be broken But all I hear are the leaves rustling As I look for emotions unspoken My mind begins to feel the strain As I cannot fathom why I feel no pain
Life continue its cycle And more times I should be hurt But the pain becomes spiteful Running then hiding in covert I decide to not wrack my brain And let it hide as I feel no pain
This is not a cry for help, please do not worry about me. I say this to my close friends who read my poetry. This is not how I truly feel in the slightest, but the idea was intriguing.