Burning my bridges

You hurt me, and you hurt me bad

I’m not happy, but I’m not sad

I don’t feel hurt, I don’t feel pain

I can’t feel sunshine, or the rain

My joy is null, my happiness void

instead of being pleasant, I’ll just be annoyed

instead of hurting, I’ll act in rage

I’ll burn my bridges, and turn my page

and on and on, to next chapter and verse

All my life, for this I’ve rehearsed

Push out everyone, erect those shields

 I can’t hurt, if I can’t feel;

I can’t feel, if I won’t let me;

and I won’t let me, so it can’t get me

That nasty thing, they call it love

it rips your heart, and pulls, and tugs

and then it does it all some more

Tell me please, what is love for?

Is it worth the effort? Is it worth the time?

Worth the feeling that I’m not mine?

Couldn’t I just say that I care and then,

turn around and cry again?