My heart is a shell.
Filled with so much nothing that I don't even know where to begin.
I have an understanding of what I enjoy from you, but that's it.
I hurt, I don't really care about much, but I most definitely hurt.
Some things get to me.
Frankly others I could care less about.
I'm not really sure where I should be, or whom I am anymore.
I know that hard work eases my soul.
I know that love keeps me hopeful.
I understand that there are people in this world that are my everything.
And that there are also people in this world who should have been there.
I love. I lose. I love again.
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