Purpose?

my life has no meaning.

I'm scrambling around for a purpose,

and coming up short.

what's the point of moving forward?

looking back on the past,

because I can't face my future.

trying to rationalize taking up space on this planet,

but I can't find a excuse.

what am I supposed to do?

who am I supposed to be?

Ask me who I am today.

I'll answer no one...

sickeningly lonely

It's sick how much I miss you

my insides twisting

Hands shaking

and there's no one here to calm me

you're not here to calm me

I wish i'd been enough for you

and for myself

I miss you so much

Loath these lonely nights

hate this bitter person I've become

I'm sick with loneliness

and there's no cure