Sometimes...

We just want love.
Doesn’t matter from where.
Doesn’t matter if it’s not real.
We reach out to others
Just wanting to be heard.
Just wanting to feel.
Just wanting to fill a void.
We just want to be loved.
Because it is in the DNA.
When we finally find the right love
We finally find our home.

How do you tell someone you want to die?
How do you leave everything behind?
How does one live feeling like a shell?
If you kill yourself do you really go to hell?
When does the pain end and life begin?
When there is contempt does anyone win?
What is real and what is fate?
Are there really soul-mates?
I need guidance not answers.
I need you to see.
I can’t be anyone.
I can only be free.