Dark

It’s funny how things work

The presence of others pisses me off

Nothing soothes my pain

Nothing but music

As I write I listen to Brandy

I almost feel at ease

I feel my focus slipping again

Or perhaps I have no real focus

Lack of emotions is strange

No matter what I do, I don’t feel anything

I’m just dark

There’s a void in me

Feels like something is missing

Nothing fills this void

Not friends or family

Sudden fits of rage and depression tire me

I return to the solitude of my home

But here is where the void is most apparent

Do I miss having another presence here?

I know I don’t miss him

But perhaps I just need someone here….

Like that will ever happen