I Am Strong

I don't know where I'm headed,
but nothing looks up.
So many things you can do in this life,
but there is so little meaning.
If life is love,
then I'm not living.
There are friends and there is family,
but where is the one who will make me.
Where is she?

There is no promise I will find,
what completes me.
How do I last? How do I live?
Time, patience, these words mean nothing to me.
I will live. I will last.
I am strong, aren't I?

P.S. Sorry, I did this. I hate ending poetry with a question.