I can barely hear out of my right ear,
Spring only makes me sick.
I am more afraid of dying now
That I talk about it all too much.
I came here, to the dock where I made my film,
Where I talked about feeling like Nothing.
There is something cathartic about this.
Maybe I can explain what Nothing is.
Nothing isn't pain, it's the lack thereof.
I've exhausted all emotion I care to give.
Nothing is the response when they ask if something's wrong,
Even when you're sure as hell there is.
Nothing is a synonym for numb,
But is more complicated than it implies.
Most importantly, Nothing is all your fault.
Why don't you be better, asshole?
Why don't you try more, douchebag?
Why don't you look nicer, fuckface?
Everything is your fault in the end,
And the end should come soon,
Because I'm getting anxious.