detached

I feel detached,
Emotionless towards life itself.
I don't care anymore,
If I die or live.
Whatever happens, happens.
Yet,
I want to feel again,
I want to feel happiness and sadness.
Instead of this numbing feeling,
The inability to cry,
To something sad.
The inability to smile,
To something that makes me happy.
I want to feel.
Instead,
I'm etched,
And distraught.
Detached from the world from itself.
And it makes me sick.

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