Void, that's all there is,
Emptiness is all I am left with,
To say the whole world walks by my side,
But none with whom I have nothing to hide.
In my contact list are contacts eight hundred and thirty nine,
But none that I can call mine.
All I feel is pain,
How much I wish my eyes could rain!
But even tears don't come so easily,
I really wish to cry,
But my eyes are still dry.
Sometimes I ask am I so bad?
No worth do I have?
The answer I hear is void...only void....
Harshit Aneja
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/void-62/
