Questions of life
Questions of death
why is it I feel the way i do?
why do i imagine death, embrace it even.
it's on the quest for an escape
nothing gives me pleasure
nothing gives me hope
I fake everything
I do nothing.
I want nothing.
I see nothing.
there is nothing.
I AM NOTHING.
I try to remember how I felt when I was
when I was
I was
was
but all is see is nothing.
nothing.
In this pit of black
this dark empty area
storms of black
storms of rage
storms of sorrow
Acid Rain hitting my body
I'm trapped in this body
it's not a body
it's a cage
I am Caged
I am a Beast
I shouldn't exist
I shouldn't be
I am Nothing.
I feel no emotion
I'm a brick wall being hit with paint
paint that is the world
which is filled with people
people
people
people
I am nothing.
I see things
I listen
I breath
but still
I am nothing.
I can't cry
can't cry
cry
there are no tears
I'm all dried up
All there is
is pain
Pain of life
Pain of dreams
Pain of pure joy
I am nothing.
I can't handle being around people
the only things that keep me going
Grandma
Mom
Baby Brother
Kitty
but still
I AM NOTHING!