I don't feel angry at what you did to me.

The rage has gone, the fury past,

The hatred just a sad, sad memory,

I don't feel angry.

I don't feel glad for what you left with me,

The scars that shadow the deepest cuts,

The twisted echo of what was my heart,

I can't feel glad that you tore me apart.

I don't feel sad that you're no longer close to me,

That I won't feel your presence in the dark,

That I won't have your smile, your eyes, your arms,

I won't feel sad.

Can't you see what is left of me?

Don't you know what you have done?

Won't you see what my smiles conceal,

That now you have gone

I won't, can't, don't feel.

I just don't feel.