I am loneliness, a shadow, the everyday nobody.
I am the lone figure sitting in the corner of a pitch black room rocking back and forth in the cold.
I am tired and want relief from the darkness that surrounds me.
I am the one forced to listen to the loud upset voices that surround me from morning till night.
I am chaos, the bottles and cans that surround an overheated computer used to escape reality.
I am the sideshow behind the bars of a cage, with children circling it seeking only torment for my soul, my being.
I am the person who covers their ears with headphones and loud music to escape the constant arguing between a tired mother and frustrated grandmother.
I am the one who seeks reality to combine with fantasy, a snap of a finger and all will be well.
I am plagued by dreams both dark and twisted. Streets and water littered with bodies some in pieces, some still moving.
I am me, a lonely depressed individual that the medical profession cannot help.
I am an empty shell with a façade so others will not bother to ask me how I am because I tell them all is well.
I know everything is not well and it never will be.
I feel broken… a bear caught in a trap with a broken back, unable to move or think only cry over what has happened.