I wish that I could not feel any love.
But that doesn't mean that I would hate.
Never have broken hearts, put a glove
Across my face. Just erasing this state,
This mutual feeling wiping away.
I use rags and water, cleaning. Hoping
I can wake without crying everyday.
As each tear sheds, I feel myself weakening
And I don't want this, pain is all I feel.
I don't want to feel love, it hurts my chest,
But pain keeps me conscious of what is real.
It hurts, take these two feelings, leave the rest.
I want to lay here and to feel insane,
Being the sociopath I'm, or aim.
