They call me heartless.
At first,
I accepted it
as a compliment.
Then,
as a talent.
Then,
as a truth.
Then,
as a wish.
I believed I was heartless.
Now I feel the pain
and I wish I was heartless.
Oh, how wonderful it would be to be free.
To not feel the pain.
To not suffer.
To not wish that all the hurt and heartache would vanish in the blink of an eye and everything would be right with the world again because I couldn't feel
a single thing.
How I wish to be heartless.
Mar 27
Mar 27, 2026 at 7:42 PM UTC
They call me heartless.
At first,
I accepted it
as a compliment.
Then,
as a talent.
Then,
as a truth.
Then,
as a wish.
I believed I was heartless.
Now I feel the pain
and I wish I was heartless.
Oh, how wonderful it would be to be free.
To not feel the pain.
To not suffer.
To not wish that all the hurt and heartache would vanish in the blink of an eye and everything would be right with the world again because I couldn't feel
a single thing.
How I wish to be heartless.
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