I walk through the world with a heavy heart, Not mine, but the ones I’ve torn apart. Their tears, their cries, fall in vain, I shrug them off, feel no pain. Words like daggers, sharp, and true, I wield them carelessly, without a clue. Empathy's a game I don’t dare play, Their hurt means nothing at the end of the day. I see the cracks that I leave behind, But their shattered hearts don’t trouble my mind. Why should I care for the tears they weep, When my cold soul runs deep? I wear a mask, and I play the part, But kindness never touched my heart. Maybe one day, I'll feel their strain, But for now, I live untouched by pain.