to love,
but never loved.
to give,
but never receive.

to everything i have felt, touched, seen;
throughout,
with and without.

what am i?
why am i sad?
why is my shoulder strained?
what causes it?

myself.

life has been a round,
big and messy hole.
empty, but loud;
unfair, and never will.

thoughts. thoughts. thoughts.
think. think. think.

here i am sitting,
with energy drink,
empty stare to nothing.

and sometimes i wonder,
when does death sound this sweet?