Series of a broken soul

Where do you go when they there is no place to go?
Who do you talk to when there is no one to listen?
The mind is the safe place and the doom. But at least it's always there.

This was originally meant to be a contest but it didn't get much reads so I decided to use t for any poetry contests instead.

Rankings;
#1 in Aching
#2 in wanderingsoul
#9 in frightened
#10 in midnightthoughts
#23 in gloomy
#24 in brokensoul
#32 in emptiness
#58 in numb
#69 in wpcontests
as of 27th September 2020