Tired

You make sense,
But my heart wants someone else.
I want you,
But only in bed.
You're great,
But you're not what I'm looking for.

I want to love,
But I don't know what it means anymore.
Maybe I'm not supposed to be happy.
Maybe I'm an example god makes to show others what alone is.

I'm not heartbroken,
I wasn't hurt,
I wasn't damaged.
I'm just a doll with nothing else inside,
Just a shell.
And God if that's all I am I wish I were dead instead.