An empty room, a space devoid of hope
Sitting on my bed, my cry in silence
No door exists, the window welded shut
Darkness penetrating, there is no way out
A void so quiet, the loneliness so dormant
Here the darkness dominates, leeches all life
People passing by on the well lit streets
Their light does not reach me, it doesn't even try
My world is none-existant for their kind
This world, this world of isolation, is for me
It is for me, and me alone
I recognize all the people outside, seen them before
None of them knows me, how could they
Everyone has left this empty space, left it to rot
It is alone, it is swallowing me whole
The penetrating silence, the darkness so devoid
It craves for my sorrow, and sorrow it shall have
For I am made of nothing but sadness
Happiness is a virtue I do not have, I have never known
Sadness a vice that possesses me, it is so real
These feelings, these feelings so taboo, are for me
They are for me, and me alone
Staring into the wall, once again there is nothing there
Emptiness has never felt so filling, so thick
What little there exists, I can not reach
I can not feel, what isn't there, what is there for me
Objects materializing, inside my mind
A short disillusion of turning tides, temporarily real
I notice I'm still crying, as my mind turns back to sanity
It is hard to breathe, it seems there's no air
The emptiness thick enough for me to choke
I am slowly dying, in a world so lonely, so isolated
Death will take me, take me and only me
This fading, this fading so nice, is for me
It is for me, and me alone
And finally I smile, I am free, free from isolation
At long last