Shouting into the void
Here I am
As I shout into the void,
“Notice me! Give me attention!”
is what I imagine every artist feels
when push comes to shove
this is how we deal
The void is a great listener, you know
you can share anything you want
maybe even things you don’t want admit to yourself
it’s been there all along
listening to my cries
it doesn’t say anything back
and somehow I can’t seem to say goodbye
I’m addicted to saying the things I should’ve said
and living out the fantasies in the shower or in bed
But it can get dark
I live out my nightmares in this form of self-torture
I pretend that it yells back at me
confirming all the things I thought of myself
you’re nothing, you’re worthless
you’re creepy, you’re short
and sometimes I feel like there’s a presence
like the absence of someone is right there with me
who knew that telling you can be so therapeutic
Maybe I should embrace this void
it sure has stuck around
through all the low points and pain
that I myself found
I’m starting to see the light
at the end of this void
or maybe I’m crazy or maybe I’m just bored
regardless I think I could share my happiness
with my new best friend
like I got a promotion at work
or my depression is coming to an end
I’m addicted to shouting into the void
because that’s when I’m truly me
I can be honest and weak and happy
I could be feeling all that and sometimes more
everything and anything all at the same time
but with you, the void, I’m really just fine
