Nothing. That's all there was.
Searching for something, a lost cause
Easier to find it elsewhere
The blade across the skin
Tearing apart looking for the opposite
But truthfully either or is better than none
Feeling the high of life return
She won't stay long, but she's a frequent flier
She's in love with the torment of recurrence
Don't be sad they say
Oh to be sad, wouldn't that be lovely
Too poor for happy is understandable, but nothing?
Well that just won't do.
