Confessions of a sad poet

Heart pounding out of my chest ,thoughts running through my mind like the speed of light.Who am I ? Why must I require love from a women ?Why do I feel this sense of hollowness inside?Why do I feel so sad?I don't know why I feel these things . Am I slowly driving myself insane?I love to love ,but sometimes now and days just loving isn't enough.Down to the most reliogiuse man to the agnostic all the way down to the scientist .The truth is I don't like to feel alone ,I don't like to feel suffocated .I need to have and out let that women I can come to or she can come to me .I have never felt the way I do for something I don't really even know is ....real.But I do ,and sometimes I tell myself it's just a want. But than there are days when I feel like I need love and affection.Its become my desease,my curse I am slowly starting to cope with .Until than these are my words my confessions of a sad poet.