Internal Errors

It's as if everything is okay
Like nothing is faulty

Yet the Dr says otherwise
Ever since the nightmares
I feel a dark void consume me

Glistening blood trickles
Screams of pain..

Always awakening in a dark room
Nothing explains why I go so insane
My reactions aren't normal

It's like I woke up and my brain demanded for the brokenness to arise from hell

Being asked how I am
Do you really wanna know?
Or is it merely asking out of habit?

I feel so broken, so error-fulfilled
Everyone sees me as such an error


There is nothing I can change
Nothing that I can fit into these holes

Can nothing be made from nothing?