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