Emptiness Inside

Nothing can be my therapy.
Not even crossing the oceans wide.
Neither riches nor a human.
Can heal the emptiness I feel inside.

I am a mass of sorrows.
So please stay away from me.
I don't know about tomorrow.
But sad I think I always will be.

I am a bunch of scars.
And a sea that's filled with tears.
I've developed immunity
To the stares and swears and smears.

I don't want to be a burden.
Because walking my path won't be light.
You have to endure my storms of sadness
If you're not ready, than that's alright.

So please go away from this gloomy missy
Because she crossed the oceans wide
Yet despite her long journey
She still feels empty inside.