This is nothing
Nothing to me
These people are nothing
I hate the sight of them
They are made to believe
That they live
Like they have a purpose
I mock their appearance
They are nothing
These words are nothing
They have no meaning
No life
No explanation to the destruction
Hectic and uncertain
The words enter my skin
Like a splinter
With every move, I flinch
They are nothing
Empty and void
An untold story
Behind the eyes of a disturbed child
Silence. Piercing, penetrating
It doesn't exist
A fiment of my imagination
I hate this
This is nothing

 
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