Here I am speaking to myself again.
No one is speaking back.
I'm looking in the mirror, no one is there
I feel all my feelings.
But my feelings are lying to me again.
Why am I always home when loneliness
comes knocking on my door?
Loneliness, my one and only constant.
My one and only companion.
But I do not want loneliness here.
All she brings is despair and hopelessness.
The things she says always hurt me
and make me cry every time.
She will not leave.
She keeps me in the silence.
The silence of isolation.
So here I am and nothing.
SCOTT DAVID BUCKLEY-(09/12/2012)