• Every day I wake up and find myself asking why.
    Why can't I love, why must i hate?
    Why do I not feel emotions?
    Why is it that I don't cry?
    Why do I not feel pain?
    Why am I Alive?
    Why does it feel like I will never be complete?

    I feel these things because I am chosen.
    To be one without a conscience.
    To able to not care.
    To be a lone wolf.
    To get something, no matter what the cost.
    Not caring who is hurt, or what people feel.

    I am not human.
    I am only a shell, a mere exterior of happiness.
    I feel no happiness, only despair.
    I feel nothing.
    I may not even be alive.
    Do I even exist?
    Or am I a plaything of some higher being?
    But I do not care,
    For I am nothing.