Nothing

I used to wish
for something great
for such a wretch as me
I used to dream
of something real
for such a lie as me
I thought I had found it,
but now I see
I was... always
Nothing
So how can I still hurt this way?
How can I still cry
After all...
I have been alone all of this time.
How dare I allow my heart to scream
for a companion
that will never be equal...
that will never be.
Perhaps my "love" is far too strong
for these insolents who hide
perhaps my concepts of loyalty
are shattered
in the depths of distrust and treason
perhaps..
perhaps...
That is all
and I shall remain

nothing