It'S a sin!

IT’S A SIN!
Every skin I slice open, I cannot seem to feel anything,
Every trickle of blood, every drop, I still do not seem to have any emotion
Feeling the anxiety, I could not
Envying those souls with growing affections,
I want those emotions! I desire! I crave!
To feel unwanted for I have been born a monster.

I sinned to be able to feel the anguish being,
My greedy self was my despair;
A mind filled with crazy ideas
A monster I became.

It does not matter I could kill someone
I want to be able to know what it was like to feel the word love;
Pathetically, a monster would want to know without caring about how others react
Wanting to feel their despair.