I know I am to care, and I do.
I know I am to suffer, but I don’t.
I wait for the pain to come, I wait for the tears to flow, I wait for my soul to be tortured and my heart to be wretched but I feel nothing.
I feel nothing but the silence and the calmness that nothingness brings.
Nothingness and the care for someone who doesn’t care.
How can it be that if I care, I feel nothing?