Myself

I tell myself, alone I entered into this life. I remind myself, one day I must say good-bye. I worry myself, in part because I have always left people behind. I pride myself, for being strong and keeping my emotions blind. I ask myself, Why should I believe this time will be different from the rest? I doubt myself, can this hollow heart, be filled in the years I have left? I find myself, looking at a purpose, which is half empty, looted by the greed of wealth. I hate to realize, love is what I'm missing, I'm too busy caring for myself.