Nothing Left

 Nothing is what i write, because nothing is what i feel .

I wish that it was different ,but now sweetheart how could that be real ?

You let me out on the darkest night , now all i've gotten is this horrible fright.

Hope seems like nothing in this big unpredictible world.

There's nothing but deep stares and silent whispers.

Little eyes are no match. They're just ment for sleep.

Did i mention you should't peek ? ..,

You might just get your little heart kicked far and deep..

 ripped apart until there's nothing left,

but i feel nothing, nothing  i have told you .