For Her

I'd give it all up, but know one cares. They say I'm lucky, that I'm bleesed. I'm not. I have a home but it's not mine. I have my life but I'm dead inside. I have a car and an S.U.V. but I just want to crash the GMC and set the Buick on fire and watch it burn. They are just material possesions, and they arent all mine. I want to throw everything I own, even my journal into the hottest volcano and watch it incinerate along with my heart. Because those things are nothing.
I would give it all up for her, but I don't know who she is.
I am still alone.
This is my life and I cry out for help!