Imagining happiness
wondering what would be like
to touch, to have something like that
questioning inside my head why am I alone
with no one to touch, to feel, to have
someone like me
all those things that i need to bee
more than just a hole...
this hole inside that splits me
leaving just an empty wall
the heart and the blood is all I have to share
and thick scars on my back to bear
blind
looking in wrong direction
trying to find the warmth of love
and love was beside, waiting to be found