featherbrained self conversation

I feel empty inside and to the innermost of my being.
I am just as disturbed as anybody else.
Seeking for refuge of the only love.
Hating for not reaching or getting close to them.
Letting blame covers and damnation of self starts.

Still, in the long pace of my existence.
I will carry these thoughts and ponder.
To cease my pity on my own reflection .

Though sounding so distressful.
I'll carry on.
Even with doubt to freely move.

I need comfort for my wretched mind to transpire.
How will I, with no you.