You could call it a chronicle

Do you listen when I talk to myself?
Understand that I'm not thinking like you.
Dissatisfied with all the words I try to say.
Thought I'd know, after all this time, just what lives within the confines.

Can you feel this?
Is it just me who's grown utterly detached?

Loely, only a whisper should suffice while I'm looking deep into her eyes.
This time, go numb in her embrace and I realize...

All along, I was alone. ...