So Used To My Pain

So used to pain,

The medicines don't taste 

Bitter any more.

The shots of injection 

Scares me no more,

My brittle bones kind of numb 

Like my soul.

Fake people don't surprise me anymore.

The ephemeral euphoria is felt by 

My spirit when everything is normal 

Not good, not great,

Even the tears dried up.

Are my cries being heard?

The cries which deafened me.

My tears had tears but no one had seen them, tears hidden quickly,

The voice silently echoed in my empty apartment as my heart.

So used to my pain, oblivion of everything or it causes me to experience the epiphany?