The Third Wall Poem by Kelly Zion

Trapped behind the third wall
With no audience
Who are you when I'm in here
How are you my friend?
I talk to a piece of paper
I make love to the ink
I converse with the only one
Who doesn't even hear me
I call out on the radio
Like birds do in the trees
But everyone just hears the words
But never sees the meaning
I'm calling from the other side
Of what you call something
But this world to me is like my life
Lost somewhere in the nothing
That is all I have to spend my time on
Crying but not trusting
Anyone or anything I've rowed
But I'm not fording
Any stream or anything
I'm nothing every morning
Sleeping pills to help me dream
Of nothing in the boring
I'm still stuck somehow in this place
Where I cannot exist
That doesn't care if I'm still there
But loves me when I'm dead
I'm drawn here like moths to fear
Of darkness but instead
Of light of hope I still have no one
I might as well be dead
You'll never hear me,
Never see me
I'm only in your head
Voices crying, they're just trying
To wake you up instead
You don't care cause I'm not there
You have no regrets
But what if time trapped you inside
And all you had was a pen
Would you try to voice your mind
Or die inside instead?
We'll keep you there not in our prayers
But pages on the shelf
We'll feel our hurt but not yurs
And cry for our own selves
We'll never find the person who
Finally killed them self
Cause all they had was that sad
World behind thy wall?