Why do i feel so empty, so lonely, so quiet.
Theres nothing going on,
I can hear people talking,
Yet their words mean nothing to me.
Quiet whispers that pass through my hear,
Intriguing my curiosity,
Yet i couldn't care less.
I wonder what it's like to be loved.
To be held in someone's arms knowing that they loved you.
To feel safe, to not feel so lonely.
To not feel so empty.
The whispers never go away,
The emptiness never really filled.
I will never be loved.
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