Nothingness...

Nothingness is all around,

Its nothing but its as solid as the ground...

It Shapes my life and the things around me,

Its like a gun in my face that I cant see,

but nothingness will always be...

People smile to generate love,

but i can't relate to it somehow...

I feel nothing when she holds my hand,

I feel nothing when I’m hanging on by a strand...

They tell me I feel nothing,

not because of everything and everyone,

but instead,

cause its all in my head...

But i still feel nothing when she’s with me in bed,( And no, it has nothing to do with my Masculine potency)

I feel nothing when my wrists are bleeding red...

Its like trying to grab thin air,

People will just say that there is nothing there,

But without it you'll die,

that i swear...

We struggle now to be happy later on,

but when you finally get there,

you realize the most of your time is gone...

You might fight your greatest fight,

but inevitably ,

in the end, death will bite...

We all have our versions of right and wrong,

but they always change before long...

We still strive for a purpose in this world,

Because then, even nothingness has to be made out of something...