One of the Rare Poems I write, Beware, this is depressing... |
Cold… I like cold. My heart is cold, my soul is cold, Yes, I like the cold, I would say I love the cold But that isn’t true, because love is warm, and I am cold And yet when I see people in love, I feel pain Though it isn’t pain that everyone feels It’s the pain of knowing that I cannot feel it My soul isn’t cold My heart isn’t cold They’re dead. I feel no love, happiness, hate, sorrow, pain, regret, joy, passion The only emotion I have is blank Like an empty sheet of paper. But I ache to feel emotion And when I see you together I want you But I cannot have you Because one who is dead can only cause pain And you don’t deserve pain The only emotion I have felt in years is the deepest of depressions That suicidal ‘The world is against me’ feeling The one that makes me take out a knife and run it along my flesh Just to imagine the release of the cut. But then I see your eyes, I don’t want to cause you pain, Because you deserve happiness You both deserve it People don’t know me, People can never know me I am, that is all they can know I am the ultimate Enigma, the unbreakable code The one that you can know for a thousand years and never know The one who loves without emotion I know I can LOVE, but I cannot feel it. I feel pain when I see you, physical pain. The pain that lets you know your heart is breaking, And yet is doesn’t break I can never love, yet I love you. |