Missing Piece

Did you ever feel that when God created you he left something out.
That's why your chest feels so empty and you can never feel true love or happiness. It's why everyone hates you because you're the odd one out. You don't have the same shoes, they're all in steel-toed boots and your in flimsy pumps.
You never even realised it was missing, just thought it was life. Just thought everyone felt that hurt the same as you do. That ache in your chest when you see other people so happy and know you could never have that.
Know you could travel across the edge of the flat world and tumble through the universe skies and never find that one thing that you need.
A soul. A heart full of gold and precious jewles in the form of love and happiness.
That everyone else has in treasure troves locked with the key for only one to open. The key to their heart. And you don't even have a lock.
Where it hurts to talk to people because you're nothing like them, you don't want to hurt them and bring them down because you don't have the same as everyone else.
You're so different and you'll never ever find that missing piece.
And your life is just an unfinished jigsaw.
Until you get packed away into a box and buried in the ground.

Heaven is so far away and there's only one thing you need to get passed the man at the door.
Love.

And you have none and you'll never get in, you'll never find that. And the rest of your eternity is just like the empty space between the stars.


Loneliness is the curse of a broken heart.