I am a shell
of a gaping hole
I cannot feel
any emotion

and I want to
I really want to
but I cannot tell anyone
I cannot tell anymore

I want to be loved
I want to be in love
but I can't imagine
anyone having the misfortune
to be
stuck
with
me

I mean why would they want to be?
anyway I have nothing to offer
I can't cook I can't clean
I cannot sympathize

I am just so alone
In a world full of people
who would love to try and understand
the vast and incomplete ramblings of my
overworked, depressed and shattered mind
that I want to just tear out of my skull with a cheese grater because **why woN'T IT JUST SHUT UP