Empty

“Feed your head”

“Free your mind”

That’s what they said I have no time

I have no thoughts left there to think

I haven’t the initiative to initiate my shrink

I have no passion, I’m much too empty

I crave such petty empathy

“You’re too pretentious,” she said one day

I’d hoped I’d let go, one day I may

One day I may let the rain hit my head

One day, I pray, I won’t pray to be dead

Won’t pray you instead choose I’m “the one”

The one won’t help if you’ve already won

That one day that I pray to such beliefs I believe

I pray that I’ll hope not to hope that I leave

All my life in this world since it’s made me so dull

All these thoughts that I think, all these, all of these, all

All these things I must do, all this stress that I hold

Held up in my chest until the day I grow old

Welled up in my heart, all that love I once felt

Now I feel empty, but it’s nobody’s fault

He hurts, and she hurts, and we hurt all at once

“One day I pray that she won’t be a cunt”

She said one day to only herself

Although we heard words meant for everyone else

Trust not these ears, trust not these eyes

I see and hear nothing but lies

Feed your head and free your mind

That's what they said, I have no time