Artificial Loneliness

Terrified, confuse, and sad. I just don't know why I cry right now.

Terrified
Don’t you feel it?
When a part of you is slipping away
But then again, you never really know
Who you really are?

When you open up a book
Sees those word you wrote
Shock
You forget why
But those familiar pains come rushing back

Try to escape from it
But, then again
Your teardrops catching up with you
Paralyzing you in silence
Numbing you in emptiness

Your empty brain
Your stoned cold heart
They’re slow changed
Filled by un-escapable sadness
By piercing confusion

And now, I sit here
In artificial loneliness
Typing, wondering
Why?
Why these tears won't stop?