This paper to you is like my mind right now.
Blank.
I feel right now, like how you read with doubt.
Blank.
This paper is full of empty lines,
and the word is full of the dead and the dying.
Blank. Empty.
This paper is white with nothingness,
and the world is black, just like this.
Blank. Empty. Alone.
This paper to you was a waste of time,
but then, I wrote it... Did I waste mine?
Blank. Empty. Alone. A Waste.
This paper is full now, of a blank, emptiness of mine.
The word all alone, and a waste of my time.
                ...Nothing...