All alone I stand,

Dull, simple, bland.

The tears fall from my face

And echo as they hit the floor in this cold, deserted place.

The sky is gray,

The clouds are shapeless,

I lounge the day away,

And have yet to access,

The abyss of my mind,

Where shadows talk among themselves,

Reminding me I’m real,

Reminding me of things forgotten.

Painful facts I wish were wrong,

Of things I wish were long gone.

The scars, they will never fade,

They brand me, but,

They understand me.