It’s one am and I’m more confused then I was yesterday,
My thoughts somehow overpowering my life,

Making choices and walls that I can’t seem to deny,
Sometimes I wonder if tears ever truly dry,

Because though you may not see them on the outside,
I promise you,
I’m flooding on the inside

Nothing is never as it seems
Yet still
Nothing is everything
We can analyze it
Paraphrase it
Or even cauterize it
But nothing is seemingly
Better than something
Better to see nothing at all
Than to think
Think deeply
About what something is
What it means
Or how it lives