Emptiness

I know, I’m no princess,
I know, I am so very little,
But I strive, and I yearn,
I try with all my might.
Yet what I seek most is always out of reach.

I beg for something more,
I pray for something better,
But every time I dare to hope,
I only have further to fall.
So is there any point in hoping at all?

The world is so bright,
It blinds me with its flames,
Scorchers me with its torment,
Burns me with its heartache.
I wonder if it’s worth the never-ending pain.

I find little comfort,
Emptiness is all I can stomach,
Suffocating voices clawing at me,
Ripping away at who I once was.
So in this world, what point is there?

People talk of hope,
A guiding light of joy,
They talk of love,
Of happiness in small things.
But are they merely deceiving themselves?

How I long for all this happiness,
To be part of the world, I stand apart from,
To smile and sing with such gaiety,
To no longer be merely looking in.
Are these things too much to ask?