Alone in this world. A soul of emptiness. No one understands; no one is there. A total disconnect from body and soul. To the world in the temporary state that I live. To hurt oneself it a selfish thing. But we all do it. Mentally and some times physically. No one really knows. Looks are deceiving. It’s all a facade. Nothing to be miss. People to be forgotten. In the end you will be forgotten. Life goes on. But not necessarily yours. A hurt may go and the pain might subside. The emptiness still exist. And just won’t go away. There is too much pressure to live. Must I dwell on this sadness. This sadness that eats me up. The joy of living is just not there. What exist for me is this blackhole of emptiness as everything moves on around me. No one knows. Or peers through the soul of the sadness of this creature. Sadness and emptiness is all I see.