Nothing

Emptiness suffocates me.
All these feelings of nothing are so overwhelming and I can’t breathe.

I have nothing to complain about.
Nothing.
But everything bothers me.
Nothing weighs down on me waiting to be lifted,
And that nothing suffocates me.
Nothing kills me.
Nothing makes me feel
like everything is pointless.
There’s nothing to be happy about.
Or sad. Or anything at all, really.
What are feelings?
I seem to have none.
Nothing’s the problem.
Cannot breathe,
Cannot think,
Cannot explain.Nothing to explain really.

Everything is okay.