Please, pretty

I have nothing to say.
That's how it starts. And then the flow rushes in.
If I could only be a rock at the bottom of a brook,
to be forever cleansed until sand.
Its not empty.
Its just thirsty.
What the hell am I looking for?
Its the law of love, the perpetually watched pot.
That will never boil. That will never love. You cannot find what you are looking for.
We are friends. Yes, I like that. I can be cool with that. As long as we find someone else to fill the void, quickly.
Ugh its so sick, all of my thinking.
I hate thinking you are sweet. I can have sweet friends!
What do I need what do I need what do I need?
I need it. That, whatever it is. Need. Fill need, please.
Robot need filler? Please, pretty.