Dead

Why do they do, what they do, when they do, what they do, to me. Alone in a big room, all by myself. No one to talk too, so I have but few words to say. I just sit alone and draw pictures, with no pen, no paper,no crayon, nor marker. Just me all alone, wandering in the dark. Mind racing at top speeds, miles per hour unknown to man. Just me all alone, yelling questions to the dark. Thinking, pondering, asking myself.... how did I get here, what did I do? No answer comes forward, like no movement in park. Closing my eyes, I surrender to the dark.