EMPTY

Sometimes I feel like an open book 

That lives beside a sea

Someone is taking out a look

And understands who's me

Sometimes I feel an emptiness

That bothers me within

This emptiness I can't contain

What should I do to gain?

Sometimes I feel that I am drain

So dry and full of pain

This dryness seems to bother me

And calls unceasingly

Sometimes I feel that I am dead

Without a life and in my bed

I gaze at sky and ask for life

But in the end I want to lie

An empty vessel I was made

Preoccupying all the space

I feel confuse what will I choose?

If life or death with no refuse?