Wide, Blank, and Empty

As I look outside the window On this building's second floor I contemplate on how wide the world really is And ask myself what am I living for? People walk to and fro They seem fine and happy though Then I slowly feel the contrast The opposite situation that's in me that I just don't show My mind is as blank as a piece of paper And yet it's full of thoughts that's breaking me since forever But then, why, why do I feel so empty? I don't know exactly what's happening to me I need help, but I don't wanna bother anyone I need a hand to hold me, but I have no one Why is it that in this world so wide I feel alone and stuck in a place so tight.