Sometimes, it feels like i can't go on.
Searching for something to live for...while i try
to ignore these feelings I've become so accustom
too. It seems as if I am longing
for something that was never there in
the first place..something never destined
to be mine. So now...I find myself alone&incomplete.
I wouldn't call this here depression...
In fact, it's much worse.
Pain that goes way beyond the depths
of my soul, deep within my heart, and even
the pit of my stomach.
