Sometimes I envy psychopaths,
I don't envy the fact that they kill people,
Or that most of them have some form of mental illness,
But I envy the fact that they can turn their emotions off so easily,
That they can say "I'm not going to hurt anymore,"
And mean it,
And I know usually they don't have the emotional capacity to feel emotions in the first place,
But that kinda sounds amazing,
Not having to feel that ache carved by someone's grave,
Not have to feel that fear every times you change the channel to the news,
Yes, happiness would be the sacrifice,
But is that really a big cost?
No never have to feel all those scary feelings?
Yes, love would be non-existent,
But so would sadness,
I know it will never be possible,
Because against my wishes,
I wear my heart on my sleeve,
That's why I can fantasize about losing it all,
Maybe after everything's gone,
I can figure out how to not feel anything at all,
Until then,
I'm going to have to figure out how to survive,
At this point I don't even want to live,
I just want to survive.
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With all the death lately, I can't even say with conviction that I'll able to live. Right now all I can hope doe is survival.
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