Empty

This empty feeling
buried within
is hidden deep
beneath my skin

it always surfaces
when i am alone
isolated in my room
or when no one is home

it eats at my thoughts
and my insides alike
hiding in my soul
waiting to strike

but nobody knows
no one can tell
because when i'm with friends
i am no longer in hell

i smile and laugh
and the emptiness dies
but it's not really gone
just wearing a disguise

in its deceitful manner
this feeling disappears
creating a promise
of eliminating my fears

then once again i am home
feeling lost and confused
the internal abyss returns
and my heart has been abused

even going to sleep is painful
knowing i have to wake
and realize one more time
that my sense of comfort is fake

*yeah... needs a whole lot of work. oh well. please vote/comment if you have a second, i'd really appreciate it. Thanks!*