Empty

I'm surrounded by people who say they care,

But when I really need them, they suddenly aren't there.

I feel so empty sitting in a dark room all alone.

I can't even imagine ever calling this place I see a home.

People say they understand, but I know that's a lie,

For if they did, they would know what it's like to emotionally die.

So I deal with this pain every day,

Hoping in the near future everything will turn out okay.