Being sensitive makes me feel alive,
yet it brings me sadness more than anything else,
the sadness this sensitivity brings makes me feel like dying.

Being insensitive makes me feel dead and empty,
yet it brings me happiness and optimism for I don't sense darkness,
the happiness insensitivity brings helps me live on.

Choosing between a dead soul or a dead body, it's probably the second. Being sad enough to die isn't easy, why not let your soul live?