I feel so disconnected from everyone
Like the strings that uphold my heart have been cut
Falling into the depths of that void inside me
My heart is swallowed up and ceases to beat
I walk through the days like one drugged
I lay awake through the nights wondering
If someone should touch my wrist, would there be a pulse?
There are no voices except mine
The echos rattle in empty rooms
The silence of the door and phone seeps into my marrow
Bringing a numbness that spreads pain
Were they only dreams that I have recently awakened from?
Illusions that my mind created to lull my heart into complacency
Friends are no longer here. . .