Everyone has a void, some wear it like a badge, some hide it like a secret.
Some cannot cope with the immensity of despair that the void leaves and try their very best to fill it.
It is human nature to not want to be alone, to want to be wanted.
But loving, which is something else entirely, cannot be truly done until you love yourself.
Others cannot complete you. Others cannot fill your void.
You can pretend they can, and lead them spiraling down into the dark with you while you dress it with kisses and lovely words.
But where does that leave you? More broken than you were before.