Nothing

I have no feelings left inside and I don’t know why
What is this mess of nothing I feel?
Nothing is real, not a single kiss
You tell me you love me
Yet I do not miss you when you are gone
Staying up till dawn
Thinking…
What is it that makes everything to me seem dull?
Take down my pictures from the wall
The ones that used to have a meaning
The ones I drew from my believing
Of so many things and so many ways
But to me they’re fading with the days
As they pass by I cry inside I hold it in
I cannot win
For I burst into tears
When I think of all my fears
Of love and hate
Should I just leave my life to fate?
Let god lead me where I need to go?
Is he here with me? How do I know?
If so why do I feel so empty?
Why do bad things seem so tempting?
Why am I drained of my inspirational self?
I haven’t touched the books upon my shelf
The ones that made me feel determined and alive
I can’t remember the last time it felt good to cry
Tears of happiness tears of joy
To me he’s just another boy
Nothing is left I’m wasting away
To the point where I have nothing left to say.