When people I know die I don’t feel anything.
Oddly enough I have never cried for them.
Death is just a leaf in the wind to me,
you see it and watch it blow past and fade into the past,
and when it’s over you continue on.
You may remember the leaf in the future but it never hurts.
Subconsciously I surpass the pain and ignore all emotion but calmness.
It may seem sick, twisted, or disturbed but from my of it,
I am the rock that holds the family down.
Their cries are mine. And my strength is theirs.