Nothing Fills Nothing Poem by Nemo Outis

I walk through, those
empty rooms, with empty things,
empty people, with empty life,
empty hearts, with empty talks.

Nothing fills nothing.

I am shy. I cry.
My vain. My pain.
My depression reaches no one.
It echoes, ofcourse.
But in vain, it only finds me.

I am drained each day,
drop, by drop, of myself.
I am a victim, drained each day.
to become empty,
to fit in, those
empty rooms, with empty things.
empty people, with empty lifes.
empty hearts, with empty talks.
I am drained each day
to become an empty vessel.

I don't seek money.
I don't seek attention.
I don't seek love.

I want not to be empty.
I want not to be judged.
I want freedom to be myself.


When I walk through, these
empty rooms, with empty things,
empty people, with empty life,
empty hearts, with empty talks.
I see myself staring back,
through echoes of light.
Dull.Scared.Tired.
A stranger. A victim.
to whom, I write this poem.

Nothing fills Nothing.