Heartless

We people search for hearts that we can keep ourselves, But we have no result. So long ago, these precious things have been taken from us, We’ve been worn down by all the insults. I’m tired! I’m sick of it! You call me a heartless for speaking the truth, Look at who you are talking to! If you knew how much I’ve suffered, you would say different, But you would rub it in my face and laugh if you knew. I thought the truth would save us from danger and help us out, More and more lies pile up in my hands. All the lies you’ve told me weigh me down like bricks, I’m surprised this body still stands. I don’t care about what you have to say, I don’t want to hear your petty rants, Why don’t you listen to me for a change? If you knew everything that I’ve tried to deal with but failed to comprehend, You wouldn’t point and call me strange. Why do I even try? You tell me I need therapy, help, counseling, I told you no. You think a bunch of medication is going to make everything nice? If that is the solution for this anxiety and stress, the depression, Then I’ll look away and suffice. I may be Heartless, but you know what? I’m proud to be, Wanna know why? Because those without hearts once cared too much for everyone, But all it got was a lie. I’ll stay Heartless, You can keep your hearts to yourself, And I’ll walk away, Keeping everything to myself.