I feel empty and pointless, all of the time
I feel like, these thoughts just won't leave my mind
I feel like it's imperative I hold them to protect others
I feel like, what do these thoughts compare to those of my brothers
I feel less than, forced to conceal
I feel like what I know is very barely real
I feel like what happens to me shouldn't really matter
I feel as though my feelings are those I should batter
I feel like it'd be easier were all of this done with
I feel like happiness and joy are all but a myth
I feel like not wanting to feel
I feel like it'd be easier if I weren't real

See, first we were as one,
But soon we drifted apart.
You decided to run,
Ice encased my heart...

When our time reached two,
I faked it all and you knew.

You were so close yet I didn't visit,
Time spent is useless if I don't miss it.

And just before it hit three,
You and death prematurely met.
There's something twisted in me,
Because I hold no regret.

All of my poetry
seems to be four-dimensional.
If it takes time to read,
Then I'm a 4-D professional.

If I had all the time in the world,
who would I give a second thought?
If I had all the knowledge in the universe unfurled,
who would care enough to be taught?

May build our homes,
but people will always desert me.

I dig language so much,
I've hit rock-bottom.