Empty on the Inside

It's to feel unwanted,
To be told you're useless.
To feel so empty,
To feel so worthless.

It's to not know the feeling of happiness,
To always be alone.
To hold so much shame,
To have to make it on your own.

It's such a horrible feeling,
To feel as if you cannot love.
It's as if you've done all you can,
But for nothing to be enough.

It's to be alive,
But to feel already dead.
It's to care so much,
But pray for the end.

And this feeling never leaves,
Always biting at your heels.
But it's better to suffer,
Than to not be able to feel.