Insane brain

As I sit in a bleak room, I ponder my soon to come doom. Hours turn to days, light is my only dismay. A single chair, my only companion, on this lonely planet. A former lover crosses my mind, giving hopes of a love that I’ll never find. I let the darkness consume me, as emotions bloom inside me. I draw on the walls as an expression, only to ask a single question. “Will anybody truly understand me?” I ask, “Not one, not a single soul” says a voice coming through the keyhole.