The empty chair 2 am edition

living in fears thinking the dark have something cold air and dim light maybe there's someone standing me with my 26 of supportive years sleeping in one room i hear noises and whispering of someone who i knew the empty chair seems to be different i guess a ghost sit on it to see me awake in the night while i cry think to die all the time i ever needed i see shadows of people but people were there ? was it my thinking or was it reality? the noises making me nervous with a broken heart i guess they're telling me something to not fall apart the empty chair seems to be different i guess my demons sit on it or my broken hopes for america