something do with anything, that nothing means nothing but something means something. It has no change it has no power it is useless to the human mind and that none can comprehend it, because its nothing. Nothing is this strange thing were one sees nothing but feels something. Nothing is the absence in the heart where the one that was supposed to love you leaves you, when you are at your best. They leave because they have nothing and you have everything and they know they are everything to you, but they want to make you feel nothing, so they leave, leaving you with an empty heart and a destroyed soul. They make you hollow, absence of your mind leaving you with a kingdom thats fallen, where every stable is cracking slowly coming down, but all you could hear is nothing but the tears running down your eyes, sobbing to eternity wishing for something to take you away, hoping the kingdom falls on you, killing you, because its better to be dead than to be alive only to feel nothing. Having your heart stop beating is better than your heart being shattered into a million pieces over and over until they are nothing but dust. When days turn into weeks and weeks turn into months, you slowly pick yourself back up again, slowly forgetting them, slowly realizing that they werent your everything they were just a speck of something in that everything.
