(_-*when Will I Feel*-_) Poem by Jeanie Travell

If the only way i feel, lies in pain, what is life worth?
If the only way i feel, lies within useless 'love', what am i worth?
If, in my life, i feel numb, what can i do to get through the days?
When will i feel, when will i be loved?
How can i trust, when so many turn out to hate, and dissown me?
When will i feel, when will i be loved?
How can i love myself when everyone else won't?
They may say they do, but the words are empty, so is my heart.
If the only way i feel, lies in pain, will the ultimate answer be death?