Blandness of Life

All the world is aside.
Yet, there is no hole in reality to hide.
No one to, with, confide.
Good times have come .. and gone with the tide.
Robbing me of the life I used to, in, take pride.
Feels like God is not on my side.
I feel like my arms have been bound.
I am alone in this struggle, no love to be found.
I need help to keep my feet on solid ground.
I used to hear a, now non-existent, heart pound.
Now .. no life echos from this empty mound.
No thud, thump, or even a sound.
This silent scream is making my head unclean.
I am thinking about things unheard of; unseen
What do these whispering daemons mean?
Am I my biggest fiend?
Am I the only lost, troubled, broken teen?