I woke up in the middle of the night
Eyes aching, chest bursting with sadness
A thought cascades through my mind; "I miss you"
Yet, unbeknownst to me, who was I missing?

They say to get hurt is never pleasant
But how much do you bleed until you stop noticing you're bleeding?
'Cause as I watched you stab me through the heart
I couldn't feel anything but my soul screaming, "not again"

Maybe to feel is a crime once you've indulged in it
A one-way ticket to a land that you cam never get back;
As lonely as I was that horrid night
A night where I was a slave to all these cryptic emotions

Once every blue moon, I am overwhelmed by my transgressions
To a point where  I am knee deep into the qualms of sorrow
Yet after a while, I become stoic
How messed up do you have to become to feel sad about feeling nothing?