Nothing is Wrong

If someone were to ask
"what's wrong?" with a voice of sincere concern
This is what I would say
with all the honesty in my breath
"nothing is wrong"
And we would move on, smiling
comforted by our talk

If someone were to ask...
but they don't, no one asks
Only silent speeches
Words that come and go, that don't speak up
that don't stay

There are no words here,
none to hold up the scaffolding of my thoughts
Outside these corners, I hear them
the doubts of yesterday gathering
crashing into my walls, clawing their way in
They are angry at me,
they are blaming me

I am quietly here, muted
in this empty space of mine
Staring at the cracks in the walls
I feel them nearing, shattering
My strength is tiring away, and I don’t know why
Louder and louder they scream
I must fight back, I must...
but I can’t
I’m alone...I’m scared

In this empty space of mine,
I feel myself begging
"Please...fix me"
They’re closing in, breathing down on me
Breaking, Tearing, Suffocating
they won’t end
I blindly reach for an answer, anything that will hold me through this
I need to find it. I need it, I need it, I need it...

Then, everything stops
and all I hear is silence
Nothing
Not a memory to comfort me, not a reason to solace me
And that is all
When I am weak,
when I am in need,
when I foolishly wish for another chance at hope...
There is Nothing...only Nothing

With all the honesty in my breath
"Nothing...Nothing is wrong"