The only reason you are here now is a reminder of what I'll never have...

How is it that we can know exactly who we are, but not know where we belong? It seems that everybody has a place in a world, but I feel stuck in the same place nomatter where I am. How is it that we can be in a room full of people, but feel like we've never been so alone? Sometimes I can be in a room full of happy, smiling, laughing faces and I just wonder how they got to that place. I want to be there. I want to be part of the crowd. I have so much to offer and so much to give...but nobody wants it. Atleast not for forever. Everybody has someone, but I'm just one. Amor e morte.