They call me The Robot
I've learned to stop caring
My feelings distraught
No longer worth sharing
My life has been cruel,
Brutal and coldhearted
Throwing my emotions in a whirlpool
A fate that can't be darted
What hurts me the most
Won't leave me alone
Like a parasitic host
That can't be thrown
Suicide is a thought
But out of the question
A fate not to be sought
And a pointless action
Instead I have found
A safer painkiller
As my problems amound
To some it's a chiller
I no longer feel
I no longer care
Who needs to heal?
When you're no longer aware?
I no longer cry
I no longer laugh
I may seem dry
As sun-dried chaff
They call me The Rob
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