Sorrow is no stranger to me,
but instead a close companion.
I carry it around like a backpack
Weighty and bulky.

Strapped to my body forever,
it drags me down.
Constantly, behind me
like my shadow, it remains.

I try to brush away the emptiness
but it's still there.
I try to run from my pain
but it always finds me.
And it hurts.

And I know
I'll never find peace.
This is how I feel
and that will never change.
None of it will ever go,
and I will always feel
emptiness and nothingness,
sorrow, complete numbness.
I do not feel human,
I feel nothing.

And I will go through life,
alone,
me and my backpack of sorrow.