sometimes i feel empty inside.
its not like im sad or anything.
i just lack the empathy or emotion or ability to feel something. or anything./

im so lost but feel i make no sense but still cannot do anything./

there are times i feel so tired i dont want to go anywhere.
i want to recoil, to retreat, to runaway
i feel weak, helpless, foolish, stupid.

it all boils down to that nauseating plethora of existence.
everything is cloying; i feel numb,

words are but fleeting, useless, senseless little things.
they do nothing to free me from my prison of thoughts.
they are nothing but feeable respresentations of the excruciating thoughts that run through my mind, chain my body;

but what will you know? when you say you understand the kind of overwhelming loneliness that devours me whole even when i am surrounded by others... do you think you understand, or do you really understand?
i will never understand the way you
no one will ever understand the way i am
because things are never what they seem, right?
even if i try to tell you,
words will separate your being from my thoughts, my feelings, my emotions.
my voice is but a superficial medium;

i love song, so dearly, but what is it that i truly sing?
i thrive in conversation, but how many of these conversations bear real significance?
words are but words,
and they will eventually be forgotten.

nothing makes sense.

but as long as its beautiful, i dont really care.



in the end, nothing matters.
because thats what living is all about, right?
these small, sad, insignificant but beautiful things.

and love.