The Void

Surrounded by people I sit here alone Head full of empty like a nuclear zone I watch and see nothing that I can recall How further down can my weary self fall I sit here in tatters trying to cope Try to read but there’s so little hope As soon as I’ve read it, the last word it left My brain is in turmoil ,of thought it’s bereft If only for one day I could normal be Walking and laughing with some company Then maybe from somewhere I could find The passport to the good life that I left behind