I have no more...

I have no more,
but I had everything before.
Why do I feel this way,
All my emotions, and feelings at bay?

What am I missing in life?
Is it sadness or strife,
or maybe somethings else I want,
Something that I would never rant?

What am I missing,
what can not be complete?
Is it more killing,
or maybe something to compete?

O, sadness, why must you be my friend?
Am I just a little feind,
an insignificant bug?
Should I go down a hole I dug?

I have no more reason,
no more spice and season,
for I am an avoided person.
I want another operation.

What,
what,
what,
what am I missing in my heart?