Nothings..

Nothing, nothing at all.. lately my heart has been filled up with this uncomfortable familliar feeling. nothing. empty, that's how my heart is. Nothing, nothing at all. i expected my pen come back to me. But it seems that my poetry won't rise again like she once did. What can i say?That i'm disappointed in me? Even if i admitted that what would i gain from it? Nothing, nothing at all... Again.