It all started out with a simple word. A word that can tear through skin, and bone. A word that wanted me to feel discontent. It seems that as I went to school everyday, I felt that it was the same blackness, and reality was just white noise. I tried so hard, to figure out, what words meant. I couldn't hear, I couldn't see, I couldn't smell, I could..not..feel. I had an open gaping wound and as it started to heal the words made of dirt were pushing into that very thing. I could never heal. The void in my heart I believe, are tiny broken pieces of myself. When I was a child, when I was younger, I can't be that me anymore. It's as if I'm wood and they have whittled me until there was nearly nothing left. That's how it feels. But you don't get it, do you? You cannot reach me. You can't. And the I, and the you, can be confused about the both of us. And we wonder.. Just where am I now?