There's nothing here.

I dont seems to be alone,

yet I feel empty inside.

I have clothes to wear,

yet I feel naked in front of public.

I have food to eat,

yet I hunger more for love and attention.

I have people who cares about me,

yet I'm seeking love from the ones who will never do so.

I'm a bit greedy,

Kind of stupid,

and a little too, over you.

But now I reckon, 

Are "you" still, or ever

existed?

Not that I'm left alone in the dark, why am I still having a great sense of insecurity? I'd prefer to be alone, as loneliness could fill my empty heart up.There's at least something that I can feel its existence within myself, and it's always better than the feeling of emptiness that I suffer while I'm standing in the middle of crowds.