Heartless

My tears are empty, as well as my words. 

Not capable of any love.

The things I say have no meaning, no reason.

Im a floating bag among the wind, 

the only thing to fill me being the cold wind....

Pushing me around.

I have no direction. 

I have no past. 

I have no future planned.

I am a tree. No....

I am a seed, growing into a tree. 

Yet I am seen as a tree, and treated like a tree.

But I don’t know the purpose of a tree.

Why me? 

I want to be a seed. And I want to grow. Stop calling me a tree.

 

Im cold. 

And not capable of loving.

But I love my home. 

I love the dirt that surrounds my life.... It’s all I have ever known. 

I love the water that keeps me hydrated.

.... But I don’t know the meaning of love. 

I do not love. I am not capable of doing so.

So I sit here.   Unable to m o v e.  or

      Leave.

With empty tears and empty words. 

And not capable of being myself,

  Only what people treat me as. 

I have no love.   And I give none either. 

     I am an empty soul.