Void

Sometimes we all have a void we can't fill. I always assume that by typing these words I'll feel satiated. It's never the case.

Despite the positives, despite the good news, despite it all, I still feel empty inside, and these empty words don't cure the disease.

I've spent my life writing songs, dreaming that when the words hit the target, it would change their world.

That never was the case. I caused some to cry, I caused some to think I'm insane, I caused some to be completely non chalant about it. It wasn't as dramatic as I expected.

I pick up my guitar hoping something positive would come out, but it was empty. Inspiration used to come when I realized they'd hear my song, and they'd know.

But hear I am writing empty pointless words just hoping to soothe the angry nothings I have raging inside.