I should feel, but I don't.

I should be broken, bleeding, but I'm not.

But I can't think.

Because thinking will make it hurt.

To be hurt is to feel, adn I can never let myself feel anything.

I wish I could fly away from this place,

And I wish, for once, that you actually cared.

I needed you to care.

And you didn't.

Maybe that's why I'm not feeling.

For some reason God spared me the pain.

Looking back, I can see why I cared.

Yet I can't see why you didn't.

I know my true love will care.

Care so deeply it hurts.

And I know you're not him.

You would've cared.

You would've been there.

But you didn't.

You weren't.

And I was.

--Funny how things happen that way.

May God give me the strength to continue on 'till that day.

When I finally feel love for the first time.

That day.