Proof of Existence

I Love, I Hate,
but I feel so Empty.
My emotions are Empty.
I scream from the Pain,
but it’s already gone,
I cry because I’m sad,
but my Sadness is just Emptiness.
When I wake up,
I’m tired of feeling so little.
Emotions fleeting,
Emptiness eternal,
If I had a heart,
It’s long gone,
Torn to bits,
by these Empty hands.