Words that play roles in the exact Deadly forms that declare one as a person.
Tears written by the hand of an invisible Teenage nothing.
Whose words represent the world’s untold secrets,
who is nothing may write all that is something.
Yet there plays a frown of despair and loneliness,
Eyes falling through her transparent perspective, creativity a blob ignored by most.
There is a hollow Empty,
Yearning for something,
Misunderstood and malicious morbidity that attacks her soul in a war of mankind;
The end to everything and yet the beginning of something totally new.
Who mimics her pain through repeated words,
I hate it all; I hate myself. I hate it all; I hate the world.
Repeating- repeat- repeating her vows of eternal misery;
I hate myself, I hate the world. I hate myself, I hate this breath.
The very existence of all that is nothing;
Seeking and defining what is life’s purpose?