The Whispers Of No One

I have tried for a lifetime
To find some peace of mind
Days are spent like money i've never had
And hours are wasted like a relapsing drunk
Minutes are whores that never stay
Seconds? What the hell are they?
And here I am again.
In a house full of people.
As alone as I've ever been.
Mumbling to myself.
In a quiet, tone-deaf bliss.
With headphones on.
Songs so loud my ears ring between them.
But it doesn't matter.
I'll be deaf one day anyway.
But the reason for the volume
Is as simple as pressing play.
I'm trying to drown out the whispers of no one.
That voice in my mind,
It's haunted me for years.
Preying on my every doubt,
As it quickly amplified my fears.
It reminds me that I am truly broken.
And it laughs because the pieces don't even have the decency to be pretty.
Each one is uglier than the next.
But it doesn't matter.
I'll be dust one day anyway.
I'm in no rush to get there.
Besides, I've been metaphorically walked on before.
And "never again" cried the fool.
But oh yeah,
Please don't confuse the music,
As the soundtrack to a pity party.
For there are no chips and salsa here baby.
No drinks in dixie cups, or people dressed to the nines.
But I probably should have a drink.
And this nine, well he could sure use a sixty.
But I digress.
Yes, I'm a fucking mess.
But who isn't?
I mean it... really...
Anyone? Show of hands?
I didn't think so.
Or maybe the problem is I think too much.
Or maybe I just need sleep.
Comfort in the darkness of night.
On a bed as misshapen as its owner.
Hear that?
The tap-tap-tapping of the keyboard.
The honking horn of an incoherent clown.
Laughing to hide,
The horrors inside,
And the screaming that sounds...
Like the whispers of no one.