Emptiness of Purity

I’m a sponge of emotion.
I take what was yours.
I make what kills you.
Turn the gun to me.

I want the emptiness of purity.
Give me the loneliness you can’t be.
I see your solitude inside of me,
I want the purity of being empty.

Tell me:
Why does love feel like pain?
Why do we act fake together?
Why do we find nothing to do, ever?
Why do I feel this way?
Why does it seem we’re pretending?
Why is happiness masked by deceit?
Why do I find myself forcing myself to feel?
Why does pain make love grow