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?