To The Point Of Emptiness

I have no one to tell me it will be ok.
There is no one to stick up for me when I'm down.
There is no one to hold my heart.
To keep it from breaking.
I am to the point of emptiness.

All I can do is think.
I sit here alone crying while continiously staring.
My eyes wide open
...but all the pain is just held within my self.

I guess I am waiting for a guy to tell me that they love me.
Someone who I can actually love back without feeling so empty.
I don't see that ever happening.
No one knows the half of what I go thorough.

My dad blames me for everything.
Something I didn't do.

People by now would end their lifes.
...but I won't no matter how lonely I am.
The thought of my dream is keeping me alive.
I'm trying so hard.
To the point of a headache.
Just to be heard.
Just for my singing vice to be heard.

I am singing but no one hears me.
No one feels it.
I feel as though I am singing to myself.
...but yet, I am still singing.
It is my dream.

I am still the point of emptiness.
Even if I have to sing alone.
Where no one is in sight to hear it.
No one to catch my hear as is falls.

I Don't Know

WHY AM I HERE?
ALONE?
IS IT TO FIND SOMEONE?
TO BE WITH?
NO?
YES?
WHO KNOWS BUT I'LL PLAY IT
BY YEAR....BUT...
ITS GETING EASIER
BUT I DONT REALLY KNOW
HER?
IS THAT WHAT I MEAN?
I DONT KNOW.