What is this I feel inside
The pain and suffering I can not hide
Emptiness and lonliness in my soul
Surely will make me age or grow old
What is this that long for understaning
It is not bitter,hurtful, nor demanding
Yet it is something meaningful and pure
Openness and honesty I know for sure
What is this the ache in my heart
Shocking me quickly tearing me apart
No needle or thread can ever mend
The damage that has been done again and again
What is this ,this thing they call love
I've searched and searched for getting only the above
So I have decided to let things be
Stay to myself,yes,only me