I remember you said you’d be strong

And you said you were fine

There was just a stick in your eye

And you said that nothing was wrong

Well I know so many people who say

While they sit with their back not as straight

The lights from their eyes a dull hue, no longer as bright

That nothing’s bothering them and I should

just go away

Well I watched nothing eat you up and spit you out

I’ve watched nothing make your small back shudder

With silent tears and silent screams

Broken and hollow, your thoughts full of grief and doubt

And I’ve watched nothing take you away

From the clutches of my hands

I’ve watched so many people absorbed into nothing

And their bright starry eyes fading slowly to grey

And they paintings they’ve made

With their sharp brushes

on canvases full of veins

Their blood-red paint dripping from the end of their blade

How could nothing be that painful?

Tell me, how could nothing make you scream, make you sob, make you cry,

Make you take your own life

How could nothing be so baneful?

But what’s I to say

When they congregate and ask

And they interrogate and question and snoop and inquire

I guess I’ll just say,

“There was nothing wrong with her. Now please go away.”