You say I can love no one but myself 

And maybe that’s so…

But then, what is the aching in my chest

 Is that my heart, or simply an empty void siphoning the youth out of my bones

 If I’m not capable of caring, 

Then why does it feel like my body is crushing in on itself, trying to banish the pain of your words, 

By destroying the thing in me that’s human, 

The thing that beats in my chest yearning to be heard, but too scared to speak up

Maybe that’s my soul rotting away like the flowers I keep in my room. 

But if I’m truly defying human nature, 

Know that it is not my own doing.