The type of lonely with no words to describe it,
Made worse when in company where behaviour can hide it.
With worms and fleas of the mind eating and biting,There is no respite, only distraction and fighting.
I cannot feel the same as they listen,To song, stories and long chats in the kitchen.But being human like that is not in my nature,The person I am is in stone: I can't change her.
Three people inside, a woman, girl and a baby,Lacking in love and chronically craving,A different past than that she observed. This hopeless emptiness makes sense; it's deserved.
One day she'll find out which voice is the self,And who are the ghouls who were trying to help.A way to cope fed slowly through a sieve,Gave me means to survive. But it's no way to live.
