Emotional Frustrations

Much More Than Nothing.

A Broken mind
A Broken body
With a slushed brain
And Fragments of bones.
Dissolve my ashes in the deepest ocean.
Washed ashore I've become the molded sand.
Steaming under the sunlight and freezing under the moon.
Nothing more than the dust of the earth's crust.
Day by day I'm walked on and I'm Evaporated into the very particles
That you inhale into your lungs.
I've become the air.
Invisible to the human eye.
I'm in the void.
Filling the empty spaces.
I used to exist being so much more.
Before I was torn apart.
I guess in the end I was never truly smart.
at the start, I was just a child.
Making believe I was innocent but I just wanted to be carefree yet, not selfish.
As time went by I began to lose people like many others do.
The older I got, the worse my outlook became on life.
the pressure began to build.
And days it was as if I was being hit with rocks.
but not hard enough, just heavy and sharp like whips slicing at my back.
Invisible blood trickling its own river.
I develop feelings, issues that are needing for a cure.
We may all have and may all get.
Every second we worry
closing ourselves inside, hiding from the world.
We fear society. We fear reality.
We are know as the ones with anxiety.
Were called freaks, when we have panic attacks.
Its not our fault and we don't understand.
We know Only as much as you do.
The moments when you fell like your insane.
Staring at your walls and ceilings all day, in silence.
Watching , waiting, thinking.
You sleep all day and become lazy.
You like the dark and you close out the world.
You'd never realize the reason for doing so, was because you feel alone.
Loneliness, and the feelings of being worthless.
We are the ones with depression.
Who may think of suicide.

A zombie, a robot, a human of no emotion.
You feel nothing and eventually you are nothing, as if you never existed.
Only in memories of the very few who barley knew you.
Once your forgotten, you have become nothing.
Floating on further into a world of nothingness.
When before there was something, much more than nothing.
When taking a picture, there is never just nothing, it maybe empty of a object but its always something.
When were dead were the ashes that float in the air, were the dirt, and we are the worms.
If anything , we are anything and everything.
Humans are everything.
Human are the Earth and The Earth is Us.