Reality

What can I do with my broken heart?
Shattered pieces thrown far apart.
I travel this life in an empty shell.
Spirit gone to its own private hell.
I live each night in a world of dreams.
All nightmares, I awake to my screams.
Loneliness has become my only best friend.
A table for two is how I pretend.
Seeking a place for my tortured mind.
Elusive peace I cannot find.
Should I continue my search of pain,
Or end it now in a storm of blood rain?