Nobody feels.

Each day I wake up long before the early dawn
and wish to share what’s in my head, but this old
place is occupied by my self alone.
And even if there were someone,
they wouldn't’t last for long.

Nobody hears.

It seems nobody else can hear
the soundless screams
which cause this ache between my ears.
It’s worse than any chalkboard screeching
that you ever heard.
More like a thousand demons singing in a  thunderous herd.

Nobody knows.

Friends don’t want to listen to my troubles, wants and needs,
Why don’t you see a doctor, I’ve been so kindly told,
they can perform some wondrous works and fantastic deeds.

Nobody guesses.

The docs don’t know, there’s nothing wrong, I’m sure your head is fine.
Take these pills, return in four week’s time.
So I can check you out again, just so we can be sure,
if we find whatever’s wrong, then we’ll find a cure.

Nobody shares.

Oft I’ve looked, but never have I ever found another,
someone who shares these crazy things, I guess I’ll never find a brother.
Someone to commiserate and fully understand,
what life is like for such a ******* up man.

Nobody cares.

My friends don’t visit any more, they’d just rather stay away,
and not be bothered socializing with the likes of me.
But who can really blame them, for they think that I’m a crazy man,
and I fully must agree.

Nobody sees.

When finally my day is done, I lay down to get some rest, the visions come with demons laughing, dancing ’round in merry jest.
They scream and yell and carry on, creating havoc in my aching head.
That’s why the dawn never catches me, sleeping in my lonely, sweat soaked bed.