Emptiness
isn't loneliness
or sadness

it's not a feeling
feeling nothing
it's feeling something
that something's nothing

it's a pain
that drags you down
it's suffoca'in'
an attempt to drown

it controls how you feel
so controls nothing
yet somehow
controls everything

it's not a feeling
feeling nothing
it's feeling something
that something's nothing

it follows, it hollows
**no meaning, to being

In a white room
thirty people
empty and plain
yet full and lively
everyone different
everyone same
stuck in a system
for hours every day
preparing for a future
that may not exist
existence destroyed
by being uncreative

in a white room
thirty people
just numbers
in a system
different numbers
but no name

Is created in conversation

Hypnotised
by a system.
Drawn in
to become a victim.
controlled!
by the mind,
can't tap into the other side;
when hypnotised.

Full of people who tear us down.
Leave us broken on the ground.
Leave us alone to feel the pound.
Our Heads submerged as we drown.

This place allowed us to make a sound!
But this sound is silent when no one's around.

On this road
This journey
I'm walking
running
maybe
I wasn't planning on stopping
until I realised I was going in the wrong direction
to where I wanted to be

It's like an addiction
that keeps on recurring
once you've left
you just keep on returning