The nothing, it hurts
It seeps through my shirt
It crawls through my veins
Deep into my brain
And scars
I don't know what it is
It just seemed to happen
I cry for the sorrow, the pain
From the nothing
The nothing, there by my foot,
Spherical, black,
Attached to a chain and to my foot
As I drag
The nothing looms over me
Watches me as I sleep
Crawls into my dreams
And kills them
I don't know what it is,
The nothing,
But I want it to go away
Suddenly I'm rude,
Arrogant,
Full of attitude
"It's called being a teen"
It's called nothing.
