The mad pursuit of nothingness

 

 the mad pursuit of nothingness evolves beneith your soul

the blank stares back into nothing but a big black hole

the eckos of your heart vibrating off the wall

yelling for help but no one

is there to catch you if you fall

struggling for your life back

and grasping for air

reach your hand to the horizon

but i doubt if anyone is there

run jump spin or fly

but the weight of life on your shoulder

will just make you cry

needing someone there 

to gaze into your eyes 

whispering sweet nothings 

just to tell you its alright 

all alone in a world one can not control 

trying to keep your world from falling out of your hold 

take life in one hand 

and your feelings in the other 

so much stress in my world 

no one can help so dont even bother 

out of despression and

into a world of s**t 

watching as people pass 

taking their life so bliss 

gone forever in the distance of time 

even if i kill myself 

is it really considered a crime?