Alone

I feel nobody cares. I walk around and get nothing but vacant stares.
My life is nothing but a void of emptiness and for everything that happens I’m extremely unprepared. A fog of sadness surrounds me. The substances have done damage to my brain. I can’t cope with the magnitude of thoughts that drive me insane. A way to let it out would be nice before suicide. A death in vain. The only thing I can do right is complain. Anything, any way at all, to release the inner turmoil besides alcohol. Would be nice if once or twice, I could feel something better in my life.