Explain

Darkness falling
and again, I stand alone.

Where are you?
Your hand?

Searching, I find emptiness
while words disappear from my consciousness.

Their affect isn't there anymore
and disappointed, you begin to run.

But you're all wasting time
because my skin has become immune.

Even though the stabs are getting deeper,
you will never hear me scream.

You can't hear anymore
but were you ever able to?

My wounds begin to bleed.

Angry you run away
and I will drag myself forward.

Even without hope of understanding.