Okay, I feel better now.

There is nothing to me. There is nothing though there was a time I had felt elation before all sensation died.I cannot breathe. I can't deny that I've been feigning, for you, every vital sign defied. This means nothing to me. This means nothing so spare me the lies. I deny you sympathy just as I have been denied.I cannot breathe. I can't deny that I've been faking, for you, every sign of life. I died for the last lie, and the heartbreak for the first time, I could not take til I made you cry.This is what you taught me. This is what you taught - and I learned well - to recognize that feeling easily can be dispelled. Show your wounds I'm bored with mine. Nothing is new. Don't despair I rarely cry.Oh my dear please dry your eyes. Who could harm you? To hurt you is to be despised, as I'd love to.