Emotionless ***

I feel like my heart stopped beating,
no, not in the painful "I'm so broken" way.
But in the sense, that it wont even work.
Having the same thing said so many times,
must have finally taken it's tole.

I feel like I'm high,
because I'm incapable to laugh or cry.
I am so fucking emotionless,
it must be fucking sad to look into my eyes,
because I've yet to even try.

The stench of cigarettes clouds my room,
I have to bleed out just to make sure I'm not sleeping.
I don't want to go to the hospital,
but they say it's there to help me...
Try and help me when I wont speak, bitch.

It doesn't even hurt,
to lose something so fucking special.
that alone is a warning somethings wrong.
But really, I do not give a fuck.
Try and save me from myself.

It doesn't even hurt,
to have everyone I've ever loved
walk away like I am nothing.
My family has left after choices I've made,
my friends are all gone, I've pushed them away.

I don't want anybody,
I am fine all by myself.
"Yes, you you are pretty,
just not pretty to me..."
I guess I'll state that blankly?

It's been proven true,
I am a heartless jerk.
What the fuck else is new?
Here's my egoistic smirk.
People don't change, they hide the truth.

It's not that I want to,
I don't even try.
It's just who I am,
Heartless, Cold and hateful as fuck.
No, I'm not sorry.

I have broken hearts carelessly,
and I will do it again.
What makes me so pretty,
to all of those innocent girls?
Why do good girls like bad guys?

No one deserves to get hurt,
but I didn't deserve to get burned.
Fucking revenge on the world?
I think that would sound right.
It's pathetic, who I've turned out to be.

A heart can't break when it's missing,
and it can never be stolen if it never existed.
A heart made of paper can't be broken,
but torn, burned and made to useless ash.
Moral of the story is to live without emotion.