To be me..

Passing by
big open fields
and old timey towns
Full of nothing but space
So very quiet
No one around
but old buildings ragged
and crumbled to the ground
A no man's land
Ghost town
A dog in a scrap yard
filled with old rusted metal
No running cars
Just remnants
Of what used to mean life
What was filled
with memories
adventure
love and fun
But the silence
and loneliness
prevails
I ask myself why
One million times
Painful tears
stream down
the soft ivory
slip and slide
The universe
seemed to die
inside my mind
and left my eyes
So I lay still
quite lifeless
in the silence
of the lack of thoughts
that once clouded
my brain
Now I only sympathize
with the old
broken down towns
that no one visits
That no one sees
I can relate
Because
that's what it feels like
to be me