I wonder why I
don’t feel so.
Some say I got
a great job,
I don’t think
I think so.
Friends keep
telling me I am adorable,
I still don’t
feel so happy inside,
I am told I am
young and life’s waiting for me,
Still why in
my mind I sense a divide!
It’s
frustrating to know that I can’t feel what I want to feel,
No matter how
much I tell me myself, this broken heart doesn’t heal.
Something is
missing and I am desperately trying to find,
All I see is a
deserted road of life, front and behind.
I am turning
to people for comfort who I barely know,
Where’s that
one shoulder for a lifetime, where I thought I could always go?
I need that
passion again, that zeal, that fire, that soul,
I need my hand
to be held, so I can feel whole.
I know now
what can make me myself, and help ease this pain,
I need to be
loved, and I need to love again...