Me: Nothing

I love being different; I hate being me

The seeds are unbearable for even unearthly ones to see

I tremble beneath my skin as I blink

From within I tear myself to shreds

Nothing is what I am

Nothingness will never end

Feeding these thoughts through my mind

Resorting to self abuse with words

Repeating past phrases into the darkness

I feed it one by one with stones

Throw myself through the window of broken glass

Only to find there’s nothing left of me

Not even air



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