Nothing.
The world was created
from nothing.
And for some reason
I can't get my mind to say something.
I will probably search the world
To find that one thing
That makes my souls sing
Way after life
And the many things it will bring.
My voice
My voice that will shake the forts
Of comfortability
Without all the complexities
I try to tell myself
That it needs.

Let the soulless feed on
What I've created from nothing.
Let them rave
And say that it was touching.
Clutching, each of their arms
Wanting to bring back that feeling
That I've created from nothing.

Let them remember
What I've created from nothing.
All to give them something to feel.
So when times get hard it helps them deal
With life's problems when they're surreal
Or to simply escape from the thoughts
We keep concealed.
I hope it helps them heal.
I hope it helps them heal
From the wounds caused by how the heart feel.
When that other can't reciprocate the love
They once had.
All from what I've created from nothing.

Until that day
I have to write something everyday
And turn nothing to something everyday.
Until the old me fades away
And reveal a being far brighter that grey.
Until that day
This pen will write away.
Until they know my name
And that my voice is here to stay.
Until that day
I have to remember
Everything comes from nothing

And in life
We are here for something.
So my words should come
From nothing.

Because in reality
We know nothing.