These feeling

These feelings that we cling to what are they for? Why can't we shed ourselves of these feelings and become not empty but not full of pain. This "love" everyone speaks of, it's supposed to be this great thing that everyone has found so easily. Well I have revived this said "love" and I felt the knife as it went deeper and deeper into my heart. I felt the compassion I have flow out of this wound like I was bleeding. In a away I did bleed, I bled out any form of compassion or love I has for those whom I thought were worthy. I am a shell if that's what you want to call it and my walls are higher that the atmosphere. Getting to me is near impossible at this point so why keep trying, why fight so hard to save someone who is already lost, someone who likes being lost