Empty.

I can't feel anything.
Actually, that's a lie.
I can feel pain; i can feel sorrow; i can feel anger.
But i can't feel love, or happiness, or joy.
I can't remember when it was the last time that i smiled for real and it wasn't just my brain telling me to smile on instinct.
My brain controls me.
I laugh because everyone else laughs.
I smile because that is what is expected of me.
I cry with others because it is expected from a person in society to be sympathetic to those around them.
When i'm alone, i cry because i can't do anything else.
I cry because of the overwhelming emptiness i feel.
I scream and cry because i want to know why i'm such a defect as a human being.
I wish i could be happy.
When i say the words 'i love you', they're so empty that it makes me cringe.
I don't know what love is.
I've never felt it, so i can't ever give it.
I don't know what it feels like to have happiness spread through every vein in your body until it fills you up to the brim.
I wish i could.
God created every man equal.
I guess i just wasn't important enough.
Defects, after all, stay defects until someone comes and fixes them.
Whoever that person maybe...
come soon,
because otherwise it might be too late.