The house is silent.
Not Dark,
Or Lonely,
Just Silent.

I am Alone.
Frustratingly,
Unbearably
Alone.

The house is an alien planet.
The lighing is off.
Papers are askew ( I don't bother picking them up)
Clothes are on the floor. ( They're all dirty)

I am still.
Not dead,
Not even close (I'm still breathing)
Just still (and wondering where the dead go when they die)

I am crazy (not really, I just feel crazy)
The silence is driving me mad ( I'm not angry)
So I open my mouth
And Scream.

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