Why do I feel like I'm about to cry—
again?
I'm afraid that one day—
I'll run dry.
My entire body is screaming out:
"just cry and sob away, my poor soul."
I feel so empty and hollow,
only the tears fill my void,
and even they threaten to leave me.
No one in my entire life has ever been:
Constant.
And if I don't find that someone soon,
I think I'll fall with no one to catch me,
hit the floor and shatter like a porcelain doll.
Though there are those around me—
they never understand me the way I need to be.
If ever any of them saw
the wanton child inside of me
they would turn away disgusted.
Leaving me like I feel inside.
But I can't help this shallow need.
How awful is it, the need to be understood?
I'm so tired of being the only one breathing
in a room of marble statues.
They stare on forever into emptiness,
these life-less statues.
Never meeting my hungry eyes.
I can wrap my arms around them
but they never hold me in return.
And their flesh, so cold
God, why am I so cold?
Is it wrong? I don't understand.
If no one ever sees it, no one ever cares:
my soul.
I guess, I'm pretty damn ugly inside.
How else would I be,
so lonely?

Ctefi

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I know you love someone,
so could you love two?
Add a little something to my love life.