Empty Inside

After a while of being alone,
You may just wonder how,
A life of love must feel with joy,
And, though you dream, your still alone.

This empty pain, I must confess, is killing me inside.
A wall of hope, has fallen down, and it's killing me inside.
I lose it, I gain it, It's fallen, I'm lost.
I hope you'll forgive me, didn't know what it'd cost.
This empty pain, I must confess, is killing me inside.

When you find what you want,
You may just look back wondering how,
You might just miss the dreams you had,
And, obviously, though you have what you want, your still alone.

This empty pain, I must confess, is killing me inside.
A wall of hope, has fallen down, and it's killing me inside.
I have it, Don't want it, I'm fallen, I'm lost.
I hope you'll forgive me, didn't know what it'd cost.
This empty pain, I must confess, is killing me inside.

So confused with the things you want,
You hold your tears, you wonder,
How could you still feel the same,
And yet in different ways, but all alone.

((Many people do not understand the fact that this poem is a complete contradiction. Some of us are happy when they want something so badly that they can dream about it and it will put them at rest, but still they are alone. And then, on the other hand, once you have what you wanted(or as close to what you wanted as you can get at the moment) you seem to lose the will to dream and wonder, so you are still all alone in the end. This was also made up in my head as a song, when first I conjured it up.))