My existence now is not free.
My heart doesn't feel, nor does my soul express,
My mind is in distress.
I am so caught up in life, I have forgotten to live,
Love I have forgotten to give.
My existence is no more than a hollow form of life,
Nothing now hurts, even what once hurt like a knife.
You can stab my wounds till blood spurts,
But I swear it wouldn't hurt.
You can say the most spiteful words,
But I promise they will go unheard.
Whatever you do, I'm going to be immune to it,
For now I have a lot of grit.
But the desires I had as a child are still alive.
I want to smile a little before I cry,
I don't ever want to give up before I try.
I want to say the truths before I lie,
I want to live a little; love a little before I die...
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