Sometimes I wonder if you think about me when you're happy.

It's midnight.

I wake up to your call coming through on my phone.

And I pick up, just like always.

I'm tired; you're drunk.

I'm sober; you're crying.

I always answer when you call, but you ignore every ring when I dial.

I leave a voicemail, but you can't even be bothered to text me back.

You always leave me on read, and I wonder why I keep waking up for you.

It's midnight.

I'm drunk.

I'm crying.

Nobody answers.