Strength? Poem by Alex Night

I don't feel anything.
I am a strong block of marble.
I didn't feel
the immense pain when you
stopped caring.
I didn't feel
neglected
when you cut yourself off
from me.
I didn't wait for hours
awake
in my bed
for your calls.
The nightly ones
that made me happy.
When I could feel.
No pain in words
I don't speak.
No exploring
the unusual possibilities.
I stopped feeling
when I realized you stopped
caring.
Which was too late.
But I don't mind.
Because I can't feel.
I'm a strong piece of cracked marble.
Right...?