Why Don’t You Care?
You know I’m not ok
So why don’t my long pauses, subdued sighs
And that dead look in my eyes
Speak for me?
You know I’ll never say
That I need you but
Obviously my empty weekends
And unwashed hair are a silent plea
Why don’t you know that
Sending you to voicemail means
I need you now?
Why can’t you get that
“I’m alright”
Means I want to cry for help but
I don’t know how?
I’m so mad you can’t read me
And I know that’s not fair
But my silence is screaming
Why don’t you care?