I want to get rid of this

Head full of nothing
Staring into the black
Senses overwhelming
Unable to keep track

Too much to take in
Too little to put out
Tight pulling from within
Full to the brim with doubt

Just leaving something alone
Stopping yourself from touching it
Letting something imperfect be shown
Cringing at every little bit

The truth is, out of it all
I am not proud of much
I want to delete most of this scrawl