Sometimes I forget to breathe.
Sometimes tears just start flowing.
Sometimes I can't even put into words how I feel.
I wish there were someone to tell
But my words are just flies to them,
Pesky and annoying,
And certainly not worth their time.
I'm just stressed for no reason
I'm just sad with no cause
I'm just silent with no ailment
And I'm just lost with no plan.
This frickin phone is all I can talk to.
How sad it that?
No one else cares to such a degree,
That tiny words on a tiny screen
Is the only thing keeping me sane.
I'll die behind this screen.
