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
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