Where are we

...I'm still here. Waiting for something to happen. Bored out of my guts. And still nothing happens. I stop...my mind wonders. The only thing passing it are all the horrible experiences I've had up till now. I'm lost. I can feel your pain. You still can't feel mine. You don't make me feel happy. You never did.

I don't like breaking the guitars I've played or tearing my books after I've read them. I need them to be there with me. To keep me company. To give me a conviction of some sort. I have nothing to be proud of. No time in my hand....

Are we still here...or ... Have I gone far away, where no one can hear me or see me.

Where are we….