What am II am hollow inside.Inside me there is a void. A place where light cannot touch. That is broken.Life is a meaningless.I am alone. I feel forgotten by all that I shared my heart with. Not worth it.Thoughts are my companion.And they whisper words of hate. Words of bitterness. Telling me I am nothing.Pain is my friend.In the sea of hurt I find calm. The pain is a cleanser. It also is a killer.I am too broken.Like a shattered glass I am useless. Serve no purpose. Except to wound those near me.I look at myself.And see nothing. A burden weighing on those around me. A needless waste.I am alone.And in those moments I do two things. I hate myself. And I wonder...should I go on?