oh my sorrow

By: Tainted Sorrow

Why do I write? Because it helps me with my emotions. Why do I take on the emotions of others? Because I have none of my own. I have never felt what someone would call sorrow, a true sorrow, indeed. As I write I think about myself, after all... people can only write what they know. As for happiness, will I ever find it? Will I find my only hope to make me truly happy? Once again, I will tell you of my troubles, though it doesn't matter. Will I ever feel an emotion that is truly my own? My emotions seem to only come through my art, the art of words. Oh my sorrow, my hidden sorrow, will ever find it for myself.