spilled ink

cinquante-trois

i don't have any feelings
i don't get sad or mad when i fail a test
i don't know what love is and i never did
i don't love my family,
friends,
and especially not myself
i don't know what it's like to look at someone and think "wow i really love this person."
i don't know what it's like to hate someone for something they did to you in the past
i don't know anything and i can't breathe,
i'm just numb