Silence, vastness of nothingness,
a whole infinity of emptiness.

This is the way I feel about my self sometimes.
Sometimes I find it hard to hear my own heart beat.

I hunger for something indescribable,
for something out of my reach, something so far away.

I am limited by my own tongue, by my own hands,
Something the mind can't comprehend, something even the ink wont cover up.

It hurts, it bleeds
Yet no one dares to cover my wounds.

I write these poems, seeking to rid my self of this pain.
Suffering, that which makes me feel human,
makes me feel weak, makes me feel so lessened.

In days as such, I linger inside of my self,
Searching for an answer, searching for the unknown.

One day, I hope
One day, I believe
That one day, all of this will vanish.
My soul will transform into a grain of sand,
and forever stay lost in the forgotten beaches of my own agony.