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Empty... the world is with no love. People fill their hearts with hate... because they are weak. They would rather take the easy way out. They cannot handle love.



Empty... my heart is empty. Like a walking corpse, distant, with no purpose. Not capable of beating, of living, of breathing.



Empty... like a hollow brick. Fragile. Dark and cold. A tool, I am nothing but a tool. That is all they consider me.





What is my purpose anyways? To save? Give my all? Everything... until there's none of me left. And why do they abuse me? ...because they are human. They are leeches, never content. They wish to devour me, kill me, mutilate my soul... and it hurts. But a heart so pure is incapable of hate. All it can do is forgive. Love? What is love? I do not know... and I never will... thus I have to keep going... keep searching. Numb, I am lifeless... there is no home that welcomes me. Hatred. It wishes to devour me and convert me. I must not fail. I have to keep going. I cannot save every soul... and I can't save myself. All I can do is commit. I have to love in the presence of hate. I have to shine in the presence of darkness. I must never lose faith. I must not lose love. I have to love even if they give me nothing but hate. This is the world, I am the light. I cannot give up.