Already dead

My eyes
red
my fingers
cold
my bed
is large
i lay on it
alone
at night
i dream
of it being filled
with the one i Love
i dream
oh how i dream
countless nights
i reach out for a hand
a hand that isnt there
eating dinner at a table
with one empty chair
not hearing anyone
running up the stairs
it seems like to me
that no one really cares
so i dream
i lay in my bed
eyes closed
knuckles white
praying to GOD
that my prayers be answered
because to be alone
is to already be dead