Missing Piece

It’s not sadness,

It’s not depression,

It’s not anxiety –

It’s plain emptiness.

My heart feels hollow,

Like it’s dead inside me.

My chest feels empty,

Like there’s nothing to see.

My brain is the only thing that’s working,

But, it still doesn’t feel right.

Something’s missing in my life, I know,

But, what it is, I cannot tell now.

Something’s missing – a missing piece –

And I don’t know just where it fits.

The more I wonder,

The more I start questioning.

The more I question,

The more I go crazy.

The more I go crazy,

The more things spiral out of control.

I need to reign in my empty notes,

Suppress the empty voice of my heart,

Take charge of my life,

Put on a bold face and march onward,

Like there’s nothing in this world

That’s more important than me.

But, somehow, that doesn’t feel right –

I can’t stay alone forever –

It does get lonely after a while,

And that’s not something I like.

It’s not sadness,

It’s not depression,

It’s not anxiety –

It’s plain emptiness.

My heart feels hollow,

Like it’s dead inside me.

My chest feels empty,

Like there’s nothing to see.

My brain is the only thing that’s working,

But, it still doesn’t feel right.

Something’s missing in my life, I know,

But, what it is, I cannot tell now.

It’s empty, is all I do know,

And that’s not a very nice feeling.