I Feel

I Feel

I don't know how I feel,
seems I can't decide.
So don't go asking questions
on how I feel inside.

Sometimes I feel so empty,
I feel so all alone;
sometimes I feel the knife,
entering the stone.

I'm filled with a rage,
that I can't explain;
And now and then
I feel, I'm going a bit insane.

Often enough, the tears,
they start to freely flow,
and sometimes I'm just lost,
I don't know where to go.

All your questions keep coming
faster by the day;
sometimes I wish
all of you would go away.

Your "love" confuses me;
my heart and my mind.
making me selfishly wish
I could leave it all behind.