Alone, forver it seems

I sit alone,
the lights are out
the door locked
the walls echo my name
in the silence
of my mental discrution
yet it all seems,
to be so real
This house gets darker
what else is there to do
but breath.
alone.
to walk around this house
and find no one
but yourself?
and then tell me
you can take away the voices
removing my company.
I'm cold to touch
if theres nothing on the outside
how is there anything for the inside to feed on?
theres a bottle of
vodka, on the table
and tears rolling
down my cheek
i put the top back on my bottle
and walk around the house
once more.
just to check
I'm not
totally alone
returning to
the kitchen floor
perhaps,
I could check again
but i know I'm
just setting myself
up for insanity
or am i already there
I stand alone forever
and the top comes off my bottle
this is where i stay.