A badly written supposed to be poem

People walking past
Moving so very fast
While I stand here lost
I'll probably finish last.

The world is moving all around me.
But here is where I stand.
I've lost the will to go on.
It's all I can do to smile.

I'm trying to write a poem.
But my writing fails me now.
Just when I needed to express myself.
It had to go and burrow into the ground.

I'm thankful for everyone around me.
For giving me so much support.
But there's something missing within me.
That leaves me hanging, dry and empty.

I.
Love.
You.