Healing ?

Once again I stood outside the window Looking at the same repeated old show One exerting force and the other crippled One happy, while the other just belittled But this time no tears came out spilling Instead I was just standing there grinning You can call me insensitive or inhumane But thankfully I have numbed my brain I don't know if it is process of my healing But now luckily I don't have any feeling Or else for me, seeing you being you Would have been too much to chew So carry on with being the worldly god Because now I won't draw out my sword