The Phone
The phone doesn’t ring. The texts don’t ping
Alone in. MY thoughts alone in my mind. I never know what I’m going to find
I think I’m depressed but maybe it’s just me I think I’m stuck but maybe I’m free
I’m not sure if the feelings are mine or the feeling of others
The feeling of life or the life that smothers
I lay in bed thinking I’m tired, but never asleep
Sometimes I’m sad but never weep
I can’t understand the feelings that fill me up
I want to experience a full cup.
Truth is, I don’t know how to feel right anymore
Sometimes it’s easy just to want to walk out the door
I’m not suicidal or even wanting things to end
Sometimes I want my life to be a little different or to transcend
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