Made-Me

I keep hearing that I show no love.

But maybe—just maybe—I have none left to give.

Every time I opened my heart,

Someone slammed it shut without a second thought.

I've had enough.

Emotions are weapons, reckless like drugs in a child's hands.

People crave love like vampires crave blood,

And they wonder why I refuse to feel.

I've been holding back tears for so long

That now I can taste the high I keep hearing that I show no love.

But maybe—just maybe—I have none left to give.

Every time I opened my heart,

Someone slammed it shut without a second thought.

I've had enough.

Emotions are weapons, reckless like drugs in a child's hands.

People crave loit's idling, waiting, drifting.

Maybe I need a remedy, something to fix the wreckage inside.

But I don’t need to cry anymore;

I am the sad sound of a violin—

A melody played on strings that no longer vibrate with life.

I let go of every feeling I once had,

And now I don’t sink—I don’t rise either.

But sometimes, I wonder…

Am I turning into something darker?

Something ruthless?

I walk with a blank stare,

And love-seekers search for something in me that isn’t there.

They call it unfair, but I call it survival.

I was overflowing with love once,

But betrayal drained me dry.

Lies wrapped around me like chains,

And I mistook them for the hands of those who cared.

I believed my loved ones would stand by me—

Now I guard my circle like a fortress.

I am jaded,

A miracle that I’m still standing.

Every time I tried to give love,

It was met with coldness, resentment—hatred.

Life has never been gentle with me,

And now there’s nothing left inside.

Call me empty—call me whatever you want.

If everything happens for a reason,

Then tell me—was I meant to become this?

I don’t see another path.

Numbness is my armor,

And coldness is the only way I’ve made it this far.

I see the snakes, their fangs hidden behind friendly smiles.

I hear the whispers, the plans, the quiet betrayal.

I erase fake friends before they get the chance to sink their teeth in.

They wait for me to stumble,

But they’ll keep waiting

I refuse to break.

I have forsaken emotions.

Not because I want to live in anger,

But because I refuse to be a pawn.

They see a sociopath

I see survival.

I move with precision,

Hollow but unshaken,

Indebted to nothing but my own resilience.

People try to get under my skin,

Poke at me, test me, hoping for a reaction.

They won’t get one.

I see their games from a mile away.

I am no pawn,

No fool, No weak link.

I stay withdrawn antisocial, detached

Because every day, people give me another reason not to trust them.

And that list keeps growing.

It is what it is I don't care.

Call me an asshole, call me indifferent.

Your words mean nothing.

I trust no one

Not even myself when the hunger comes creeping in.

How can someone so vacant still hold this much substance?

They call me the void,

But no one will ever break me.

Then I met a goddess. Flipped and turned my mental upside down and inside out what follows is my metamorphosis