I have nothing to say.
No words come out of me.
No thoughts forming.
Down in the inside, nothing.
I have nothing to say about my past.
Nothing to say about my future.
No comments on my non-existent likes
Nothing to say about you
Or those people over there.
I’m a blank slate
With a blank stare
Looking at a blank sheet of paper.
But some day I’m gonna fucking say it all anyway.