emptiness.

people always wonder why I can't be happy.

why no number of friends or goods can fix the damage done to my delicate psyche, which becomes increasingly unstable on a daily basis.

I can't say I know for sure but I think I've got a start.

I'm so sad in my heart and angry in my bones that there isn't any room for anything else.

maybe it's too late to fix what broke in me.

and maybe this is what emptiness feels like.