No matter how many wonderful people I have around me
When the voices in my head go quiet
It is incredibly lonely
Cold as a room full of strangers
My mind finds nothing familiar
Nothing to go to for comfort
When nothing I see or hear inspires words
It's as if I have lost my hearing.
No inner sound creates a void
Feeling like a child lost in my own world
Wide eyed, seeking something familiar
Seeing only blurs of color flash by
In these times all I can do is function
Hope the inner voice returns
And wonder who I'll be if it doesn't this time.
