No one knows it.
No one understands it.
What is this,,, "nothing?"
You don't know, he doesn't know, she doesn't know,
Do I? I don't know.
For all I know, I might be nothing, and nothing might be me.

Everyday, I wonder.
I wonder, what it is like to have a home
I wonder what it's like, to have a family, to have a group of people
care about me.
I wonder why, I do not have one anyway.

Everyday,
I feel lonely,
I feel empty,
I feel weak,
And while I still live, I feel dead.

I have nowhere to go, no one to turn to.
I cannot understand the light.
I cannot help but cower to the dark.
Where does that put me?
Nowhere.
In a world that is Black and White.
I belong with neither.

I am no one.
I know what nothing is.
I am nothing.
And nothing, is me.

Penned by my hand on the 18th of Lanosian, in the year 262 MA.