Incomplete

Sometimes I feel so incomplete,
But I don't know why...
I can't quite figure out what's missing,
But I know something is.
Feels like there's a hole in my heart,
In my soul,
And I can't work out what to fill it with.
Maybe someday I will find it,
Maybe I never will,
Who knows.
I don't even know what it is,
So how will I know if I've found it?
Hopefully it will be clear
And I will no longer feel incomplete.
Because feeling incomplete
Is the hardest thing to live with.