It's hard to live with
Guilt
Fear
Remorse
Regret
Etc.

It's easy to live with
Happiness
Ease
Joy
Excitement
Etc.

It's nearly impossible to live with nothing.

We live to feel loved and when we don't we feel sad,
But what happens when saddens becomes all to familiar?
What happens when we become empty?
I'm trying to figure it out as I try to fill myself with other peoples happiness.

I want a significant other because I want to go on dates and kiss and love!
But I'm lying.
I just want someone to be with me so I don't have to feel so sorry about myself.

I feel so empty.
I feel alone.
I feel numb.

If I'm empty how can I feel numb and alone?
Sad and depressed?

Then I ask myself how can an empty jar be filled with air?

Is it empty?
Am I empty?

I don't get it.

None of this matters.

Thoughts through my head as I lay in bed,
Waiting to be dead?

Thats not right.
Though who am I to say that?

In reality I'm just a jar, a vessel,
Waiting to be filled with something.

I know I will be dead so I'm not really waiting to die.
I'm waiting to be filled.

Fill me?

Please?..

I'm dying...