Fading

 Its funny how,
after so long in the dark,
I can't tell if this is light.
I'm not really sure how to feel about it.
Not sure if I'm on the ground.
 I understand now,
why someone would want to rip out their own heart.
To keep it from bleeding...
Stinging like a gushing wound.
I wish I couldn't feel anything.
I wish I was like Ice,
impassive,
cold.
That emotions couldn't hurt me so deeply.
I want it to stop.
Even if it means cutting away what I care about.
I don't want to feel like this anymore.
Its funny,
but I don't even feel like you'll remember me.
 I don't even think you'll care.