Nothing

I found myself in the same corner
With the same poison in my head
Mumbling out my antidote into nothing
As if someone could save me then
But only nothing would whisper back to me
And I would counter with screams
Terrified of hearing someone
Who possess no voice
And if nothing can talk to me
Could nothing also rip me apart?
With no hands nor any claws
Could it break me with no weight?
And the nothing I feel in me sometimes
Is it harmful too?
But nothing must always be
Something
Mustn't it become something
The moment it inflicts me?
The moment it tells me
What it claims to be truth
And if it still ain't Something
I must be the fault