There is nothing to

It really comes as a surprise to me that within the emptiness of my soul, I can still write. Have you ever longed for pain? Deep, reassuring, and alive… I want to feel alive.

But I feel empty. All I want is out of my reach. What I want is for once, to let someone take care of me. But who can do it the way I need, when I am soo peculiar?

So I am alone. It is not anyone’s fault, it is just our situation It shall change soon enough. But soon enough?

I wish I could cry. That ugly, heavy cry that cleans your soul. But nothing comes out. There is nothing to.