Nothing I want

I don’t look at you
I look right through you
To me you don’t exist
No body, no brain, no sex
No- thing.

You have nothing
Nothing that I want

In my work suit
I don’t do nothing
I just stand there
Waiting for something
Nothing

My job makes me
Want to self-harm
My job makes me
Want to self-harm

It has nothing
Nothing that I want

No money no problem
I can see you
Look right through me
No future no prospects
4 walls and a microwave

My life makes me
Want to self-harm
Your face makes me
Want to self-harm

This has nothing
Nothing we want

©Alex Kyriacou Thursday, 14 July 2011