If i could rip
my heart away,
i would just do it
right away,
don't want to feel
just anything,
don't want to care
for damn sick thing.
I hate the weight
of pain around
which keeps awake,
but on the ground,
so what is hell
i know already:
it's called life
to hide truth steady.
If i could stop
to feel at all,
it would hide my soul
from your soul;
there is no happiness
in this,
but i wont care
so that's my ease..