empty hole... how can you sit right where I exist?
cold meaninglessness... how can you run through me where blood once coursed?
bland mindlessness... why have you taken my thoughts?

A giant crater now sits inside my being, I try to fill this space with substance but every new happiness is washed away in the tide of my wasted life.  

If I were to wish for something I feel it would be ripped so rapidly from me that I would go blind from the flash of hate!  
I try not to think so adamantly of what I truly need any longer, as I am afraid it will simply become a lifeless mess upon my wall.

Where space makes you grow fonder, I am now left with only desperate screaming inside my head for someone to return and remove this wretched blindfold...
what for?  
I'm sure my eyes have become so infected by lies and hate that I can no longer decipher image.  
Music and conversation only confusing noise, it drills into my pores and rings out what remains of my sanity.  
Even the softest touch, though it may comfort for a moment, leaves me, and then I feel only empty.

I would reach out to you, to all, but when I do, I am turned away.  
So why?
I accept my fate.
I wont waste the precious time.
But I waste now anyway, don't I?