I try to pick up the pieces of my shattered heart left crumbled on the ground but defeat starts to set into my mind. Emptiness is a feeling all too familiar as I lay here and contemplate what the rest of my life without love would feel like. Nearly two years have passed and women come and go... not one has chosen to stay and accept the love I have to give. On the other hand, maybe they see that this heart is empty and while I lay here believing in what I have to offer, the women of the past see that there's nothing left. No love, no compassion and no reason to love me. I lay alone without a tear in my eye, without an ache in my heart. Yet, I caress a crack in my soul as the pain and hurt from life without love is beyond affecting the body I reside in. It's much deeper than that now. It's taking a slow, torturing toll on my soul that will last eternity. An emptiness and loneliness that bruises the very thought of my own existence to a point of feeling completely gone from life as we know. Yet, I stop to think that it's still just me laying alone in this bed. At least I have me.