How to Fall in Love

I wish my heart was like a tree.
Perhaps watering your heart will let its withered spirit blossom.
Where did the love go?
Where is the faith?

There's a void where those emotions had been.
Like I've slowly transformed into this robot
which neither cares about what you think,
or what she thinks.

These questions torture my mind,
as if a constant tear is waiting to fall.
How can I miss something I never had?
How can I feel so alone?