How empty I am

I know I know,

I’m only twenty years old

I know, I know,

I’ll probably find someone before I get too old,

Before I whither away into the mist,

Before I forget what it means to feel like this

I know, I know,

True love is out there for me,

To melt away the ice drowning my heartbeat,

My heartbeat…

It’s so easy,

So easy to say these things,

But why in the world can’t I feel these things?

Oh no, oh no,

My sixth sense,

My ability to love has grown so cold

Oh no, oh no…

These words I ink,

Are getting more stale by the minute….