Nothingness
Nothing within
Nothing without
No place to turn
Nothing but doubt
Wish I was numb
Would finish dyeing inside
There's not much left
Just want somewhere to hide
Nothing behind
Nothing ahead
Hate to see the sun rise
Feeling nothing but dread
Can't do anything right
Wish it would all go away
I'm tired of life
All the games people play
Copyright © Janie Black | Year Posted 2005
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