I am always aimlessly wandering in this desolate place searching for someone to make me feel whole.
My faith starts to diminish because day by day I still feel the void within me.
I use these pen strokes in hope I can get this out and maybe I’ll feel okay;
but now that my weary empty heart is plain as day for everyone to see I choose to go into hiding;
To hide away from the eyes that have pity for me because I don’t belong.
I don’t want your pity.
I want your love and that is something that I just cannot have.