Leather

My skin is leather,

I can't remember the last time I cried

I used to whine,

over the smallest of things

But I do not miss,

my childhood dog anymore

I do not miss,
my old friends

I do not miss,
watching you die

Your cold hands,
hardened me

I can still hear,
your death rattles

I have intangible calluses,

all over my insides

Nothing has hurt,

for a long time

My skin is leather,
I can't remember the last time I cried