Empty

It is catching up with me, this game I play.

Every endless night, every ceaseless day.

I am in love with this false sense of reality.

How it torments my inner most being

How I lay awake dreaming...

of what was and how it can never be again.

[tiring of trying and unnecessary dying]

Pull the veil over my heart

Lock the gate

Strip myself of emotions

For I can never let anyone in again.

I tire of weeping

Wasted teardrops

Raw and real, they are all that I allow myself to feel.

A dear friend once asked me if I believed in soulmates.

At one time I did, but now I'm not so sure.

I don't have much hope anymore.

As much as I wish it weren't so.

Please Lord, prove me wrong.