This void

This emptiness, this helplessness. I wonder, have you ever felt this way? Well, if you haven’t, it’s pretty simple to explain. Just try and think of the exact opposite things you’d pretend to feel those days. This sadness, this hopelessness. I wonder, will you ever realise the real mistake was to repress it, not to have felt that way?

Someday headlines will bring worst news to you. Regret is all that’s left. A life of misery, for you’ll never know better. This thought is all that’s left, for me…

This void, it’s killing me and it’s killing you in me. It has your name and your black eyes, it has your cold blood and your face, this nothingness…