My mind is empty
No more ideas
No more emotions
My eyes are open
But I don’t see anything
Maybe there’s nothing to see
My hands are warm
But I can’t feel anything
Sweatshirt pockets are a hideaway
My voice works
I could scream from the top of buildings
Doesn’t mean anyone would listen
My mind is empty
It didn’t use to be.
May 15, 2019
May 15, 2019 at 6:29 PM UTC
My mind is empty
No more ideas
No more emotions
My eyes are open
But I don’t see anything
Maybe there’s nothing to see
My hands are warm
But I can’t feel anything
Sweatshirt pockets are a hideaway
My voice works
I could scream from the top of buildings
Doesn’t mean anyone would listen
My mind is empty
It didn’t use to be.
