What Is This

Sometimes what I need most is noise.
Cause silence is deafening me and I don’t want to succumb.
I’d take advice but I don’t know what to ask.
Should it be about people or how life goes by so fast?
Sitting here smiling and yet feeling a tad remiss.
Is this a whole in my chest or am I overthinking this?

Walk to the front but see no way to cross this void.
Spent so long watching that I might have missed my chance.
Its not that I am sad its more I feel removed.
Rocking back and forth in these empty rooms.
Semblance of stupidity that just keeps on tapping.
Wearing down my every fibre until I have nothing.
And now I sit here with my thoughts except little does spring to mind.
Which means instead I am stuck with just negativities rhyme.

Crowded space with lots of noise no longer does a thing.
It once gave comfort, then fear only to have gone numb in the end.
I would say I’m broke but I don’t feel it.
See no remedy and so I keep on moving.
What would be the point in sinking down?
After all, I’d rather feel something than absolutely nothing.