Separated

I cut again. Don't ask me why. Its not bad. I cant have my parents finding it. Its in the same place as always, on my left shoulder. Adding itself to the rest of the scars left behind.
I think I have stopped feeling pain. But I want this numb feeling to go away. I want to feel the pain. The hurt. But I don't feel it. But maybe thats a good thing. I can't hurt myself, and other people can't hurt me. They can, but i wont feel it. I don't feel anything.
I am separated. There is me, the living ghost. And my emotions and feelings. I don't know where they are, but it may be nice to have them back. I hate this fake smile, the fake laughter, all of it. Where am I?

~SilverMoon