Hollow Heart

I am a hollow of the world. I have no future,the past is gone. Today is what i am. living for the ideals of my father, forgetting my own. This body needs nothing as it's own, the soul is already already empty. The wind of sorrow is all that's keeps me alive. Ya. I'm alive. too tiered of counting the days, worn out enough to see the light. Living like a leech on the sadness of others. Blaming no one, not even myself for my way, i live. They say only if u shed light you'll see the true object. But there isn't enough light to see me. That's y i pray. Only the light of the god can see my heart. If he decides to shed it. But What is there in my heart? Love? Hatered? Joy? Nothing. ... I'm just a empty shell of my father's wishes,my mother's object, my grandma's hopes, swolled in one big pot of nothing.