Void

There is a void in me that is inexplicable.

Wish I could bawl in front of people.

My existence is inconsequential, for I was born alone and I will die alone.

There is a sense of loss in me that no one can fathom.

I seem to have lost a touch of myself; I have so many questions as to who I am.

My muffled cries need a room to shout and sob.

Happiness evades me all day long.

Wish I could smile for once.

Wish I could laugh for once.

Wish I could be happy for once.

Wish I could live life for once.