Feeling empty is nothing new, I felt this way long before

The storm is gray I’m alone, all by my self

There is no one in my life, no one knocking on my door

Nobody to call my own or my forever more.

You come into this world alone and you leave alone

Empty is what I feel inside

Nobody to cuddle with nobody to sleep next to.

Hating Valentines Day wait that’s just another stupid day

Wishing I could be a part of a half, becoming a whole.

Empty is how I feel.

Empty By Lana Poulson