Why,
when my heart is so full, it's bursting;
it's with tears,
not joy?
I don't know the answers, but
I know they are somewhere
so I keep on
searching.

I look deep inside me,
inside my soul
and find emptiness;
I talk to my heart,
and I am only answered with more questions.
Do others feel this way;
so empty,
so hurt,
so alone,
and like me,
hide it with a smile.
Are they, like me,
still searching?

Are the answers inside me
hidden so deep I can't find them?
Or is there a special someone
somewhere
that can tell me?
A soul-mate,
the other part of me,
lonely, empty, pretending?
Perhaps;
but will we spend eternity,
forever,
still searching?