I don’t like feeling things.
I dream of happiness, and I feel.
My heart aches for what could be,
what will never be.
I see people, far away
and the isolation creeps up my neck.
The loneliness is suffocating me.
I want to stop feeling things.
I look into a pair of pretty eyes
and receive a smile in return.
Hope reaches its burning tendrils
into the depths of my soul.
It starts crushing and squeezing.
Hoping for the impossible hurts.
Everything hurts.
I don’t want to feel.