Emptiness cringes my heart searching for a voice,
to tell me it's alright.
Hurting myself is not good.
Let the frustrations that stoop you low, float away
in its own existence.
A human has a purpose,
but what is purpose?
Left alone in this world, an amazing feeling
you and you all alone.
So quiet and peaceful,
each breath is slowly taken in and out.
Be you they said and yet they judge