Hurting myself to feel
Something here now, real,
Refusing to show weakness or cry,
Knowing i dont care if i die,
Amazed at the people i hate,
And dont tell me you can relate,
Asking if i have a soul,
Emotionless my new found role,
How did i get here? ,
What can i do? ,
To feel something human-like happy like you?
Thinking of anger i sigh,
My one and only aliby
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Numbess, only claims some. and the ones it claims, it becomes our secret devotion when we can feel because when the pain becomes real its to much to handle Beautiful poem