Nothing Comes

Sitting here,
in my room,
trying to write,
but nothing comes.
Biting my pen,
thinking.
Nothing comes.

I lay head down on my pillow.
Close my eyes.

I can still hear the music blasting from my computer,
in the other room.
Still,
I drift into a deep,
dark sleep.

I dream about a girl who lost her one true love.
The girl's face,
I cannot see.

She cries herself to sleep,
every night.
The girl only wants her heart back.

No matter how much she cries,
he doesn't come back.
He knows she is there,
but refuses to see her.

I wake with a start,
realizing that this girl,
is... me.

I need to get rid of the one who makes me cry.
Pulling out another paper and pen,
I know what I'm writing this time,
still,
nothing comes.

No words can tell him how I feel.
All I know,
is he needs to go.

Nothing comes.
I call but no answer.
I cry but no one hears.
I cut but no one sees.

No one,
Nothing,
comes.