I was only 17 when I wrote this one. There were a lot of things going on in my life that changed the way I felt about the world. Some of them had to do with my relationship with my mother, but others had to do with my relationship with the world.

i hear no one speaking
i see nobody cry
my days are filled with nothing,
and I no longer try.

i do not see the sunshine
or smell the coming rain
i no longer feel the happiness
or sense the killing pain.

only a bit of longing
for what is no longer there
an emptiness deep inside
with no one here to care

the people all around me
live lives of their own
but i hear my own music
i will always dance alone

december 12, 1988ce