Broken Lines

When I try to reach out, The world becomes a morgue, quiet, double ticks no reply, All the lights go off, I am an orphan in my father's house, My heart carries loneliness, I have three friends, my shadow, my voice, and gloominess, Knocked sideways by- Life thorny kisses, Turn my depression on- Shred my dreams & fight demons in my sleep, Sometimes my head carries too much weight, Like the night lives in there, A hive of broken bottles, & help is nowhere near, The world is a busy place, When I go, no one would miss me.