I don't understand.
I have a home, I have food, I have drinks, I have a family, I have God, I have friends, and I have a life.
So what am I missing?
I should be happy...but I'm not.
In the midst of my joy I have sorrow.
In the midst of my heart I have a hole.
I smile but I feel no warmth in my heart.
I get hugs but I don't feel cherished.
I see people but I feel alone.
I have been emotionally harmed but have received no help.
I seem happy but I'm not.
I have an emptiness in my heart that consumes me until all I can do is cry. Why do I feel alone? Why do I hate myself and love myself at the same time?
I long for someone to love me for who I am.
I long for someone to be there for me when I feel like there is nowhere to run to.
But until then, I'm left with this hole.
