at least she feels nothing

at least she feels nothing

I’d much prefer to be so faceless
Is this something you can measure?
How my soul becomes an abscess
How my heart is not a treasure

I’ll take my ruler and my weight
And carry my heart like a heavy gun
I’ll find out numbers then and state
How they have many and I none

I’d like to think I’m justified
Because pain is just so commonplace
I’d like to think I’m still alive
Though some may say I have no face