The Nothing

I wrote this one in the very early stages of my depression, back in high school. I still like the last line, so I thought I'd add it here. In a lot of ways I still feel like this, hated by everybody around me. Surrounded by the world and completely alone...

The Nothing

• What am I worth to you?
• Your mouth does not cease to spit false compliments,
• false promises.
• Yet I find I love you so.
• Why?
• I am so alone wiht you here beside me
• for you are nothing,
• and one cannot breath or eat with nothing... or survive with nothing.
• So I shall let you go...
• Funny thing is, I still feel like there is
• nothing inside me.

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