Book of Nothingness.

I place my pn to the paper, My blood is pumping, words are flowing, This book of nothingness is what I desire.
It holds my thoughts and emotions, my never ending refuge of comfort and joy.
This book is empty.
It is all in my mind.
You will not understand my words, they are loud and illegible.
They scream out the things I see and feel, but you do not hear.
Each piercing cry is silenced by your ignorace.
These words are said in vain.
They bleed the unpleasent guilt you bear, the fown upon your face, the ugly mask you wear.
So I stare down at my book of nothingness, and see that the pages are filled.
But you cannot see.
You will only see blank page after page.
In this book of nothingness you only read the words that mean nothing.
Going through the motions, making no sense.
You read my book of nothingness, but you'll never believe that through all those hateful words I was just trying to say:
I Love You