writing to no one

20 year old me had it made a plan, an audience, it was all laid out words hurled from my lips and they all are them up and by 30 year old me had depression a few stragglers still clapped in my favor reading the horror on the screen the lies, the tears, the dark in between it was all on display 40 year old me had nothing Just memories and diaries collected here I am, a name without a face writing to no one, or so it seems