Alone again

Scribbling words on a piece of paper

What's the fucking point?

No sympathy

From the loved ones i've pushed away

So i try to find it here instead

Instead of getting help, i play the writer

The actor

Director

Of a show no one sees

I cry out these words

Like i need to be heard

There is only an echo

I'm screaming at an empty room

I'm wasting my time, i'm wasting my life

And as i try so pathetically

Yelling at nowhere

A voice calls back

"is anyone there?"

I said, "no

Just me."

No one, just me