From the moment I first breathed,
the warmth of love never touched my soul.
An empty heart, craving for what it never knew
the pure love that never came.

In the dark corners of my mind,
echoes of an empty life resound,
aching for just a droplet of care.
And when the hollow heart,
the ones who would never truly love,
gave me a fleeting hope of care,
I surrendered,
I worshipped,
I bled myself dry,
for just a taste of what I never had.

Nights weighed like...