The thing about being heartless
is you don't have a heart to break.
But it's a sad life to live
if you ever stand to think about it
Being numb all the time.
You'd think it'd be nice
Having no heart
Nothing can hurt you,
But nothing can heal you either.
You can't smile when you want to
You can't really cry either
It all just sinks deeper
Deep into your soul
And you try to grasp the emptiness with your hands
But your palms just aren't qualified for touching ghosts
Then something worse occurs
Feelings find themselves roaming into your soul
But they find no home
Just a hole
And so they exit through it
And that's all there is to it.
Do you really want to bear the burden of an invincible armor?
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