Sometimes I don’t know what I want or what I need.
It’s like an endless hunger, a starvation.
A starvation for purpose
A starvation for meaning
And a starvation for love and acceptance.
Sometimes I just feel so different from everyone else.
So messed up and so confused.
It ruins me.
It devours all the good that there could possibly be.
I’m a lost soul inside this skin
Without a clue as to who I really am.