Empty

An emptyness inside my soul.
In my stomach, a great big hole...
A consiousness that is not quite consious.
Into depression, this that launches...
There is nothing in my head.
Nothing on the brain.
I am not stable,
Nor am I a bit sane.
There is terror and loss,
But there are no words to describe.
The constant gnawing at my heart.
What happens on the inside.
What you cannot see,
Or that I cannot explain,
You can see it in my eyes,
All the feelings, thoughts, and pain...
I cannot fathom what I will quite do,
For I know that even though I'm hurt...
I'm still in love with you...
It will take some time,
For me to get back to who I was,
But give me a chance and help me along....
Well.... 'Cause...
Truth be told I cannot forsee
A future of mine without you to be...