Wretched Little Nothings/ The Many

Wretched Little Nothings

I am the night
I am the day
I am the answer
I am the way
I am the master
I am the slave
I am the wrong one
I am the knave

Wretched little nothings inside of my head
Wretched little nothings
Watching over my bed

I am falling
I am calling
I hear the reason
For my spirit
Yes I died
And yes you hear it
You’re all that I can ever see
I’m all that will ever be
I wish you could be just like me
I wish you could get up ands flee

Wretched little nothings between the lines
Wretched little nothings
They come and gather with time


Yet I can never
Ever understand what it’s like inside
To be self-hating and somehow sublime
To watch the detritus accumulate in mind
To die and watch the whole thing over again

So much to be said
So much to be done
So many have fled
So many have run
So many dead
So many insane
So many in doubt
So many in pain
I have complained
Yet I have survived
I have bled
Yet I am alive
So many amiss
So many in fear
I have forgotten
Just why I am here
So many unborn
So why don’t you choose
So precious a gift
That some have refused
So fragile a life
That barely exists
So painful to bear
So how could I miss