Falling to nothing. I kneel and am broken. Pain courses through bones from the words left unspoken.
Waiting for nothing. My arms fall with bruised fists held tight. Inside is hope, a small, safe flame burning bright.
Becoming nothing. I can't open my hands for my fire will leave. My hands, pale and soft, clenched so tightly crack and bleed.
I am nothing. I scream and cry but can't stop my fingers from breaking. My small flame is extinguished, my soul is left empty and aching.
I want to feel nothing. Rusted staples litter this dirty floor. I hold my smile in place with the metal you promised I wouldn't need anymore.
We are nothing. I smile and am forced to pretend. Forced to walk this darkness that will never have an end.