Everyone is alone

Everyone is alone.

You live in a sealed room.
There are other sealed rooms adjacent.
You can bang on the wall,
and sometimes they bang back,
but there is no door.
You can never get inside their head.

Trust is a picture that looks like a window,
but it is really a mirror.

And we must all die alone.

As your walls close in,
no-one can feel your pain.
There is no-one to pull you through.
You just diminish in a darkening.