A Poem A Day Keeps Depression Away

Nothing

I don't really know how to explain what I feel.
This feeling is different from before.
It's harsh and real.
It's an emptiness that craves something more.
I feel used? Yes used.
My heart feels used and unforgiving.
My feelings are abused.
And a vast plain of nothingness, never-ending.
I think it was all me.
None of it was you.
It is my fault because I'm not good enough.
It is my fault because I started to let you in.
And now you're gone.
And I feel nothing once more.
So I guess I must be nothing if I feel nothing.