This man has lost all twenty-seven emotions
Like a robot -
Any whiff of emotion even feels too much
Every word this man says is snubbed
Every sleep - his heart beats slower
From the pain this man suffered
The drugs this man used to be
So afraid of -
Scares him no more
For it had almost wounded him
Right by his own bed
Which he saw as a liberation
This man is tired
He's ended up becoming
What he used to fight against
It has consumed his soul
To the point of no recovery
Which is no longer necessary
This man has zero life
He lives for no one
To be precise -
To pay the price -
This man shall die tonight
At this point, death would hurt less
Note: This poem feature triggering topics (suicide, drug abuse, self-harm, depression). Kindly restrict yourself from reading if you are sensitive to these topics.