Heartless

I feel so stupid.

Falling so hard that what I feel is beyond pain.

I am sick of this.

Why can't I be heartless and cold,

cold like ice?

Because when one is in pain,

ice soothes the anger and suffering;

but fire aggravates everything,

fire, something useful and destructive

at the same time.

With a sword that slices and kills,

I want to cut out my heart

and throw it away,

so that when I see misery

I smile with contempt

and laugh with amusement.

And you.

I swear the day you end up like me,

I will be the first one
to slap you hard

and shriek with delight.

Won't it be just amazing,

to live with no feeling, no emotions,

to live without a heart at all?