Drowning

Don't make me beg you to talk to me. I can't take another moment of this silence... My heart is aching for your voice. This isn't what I'm use to. I'm use to talking to you every day about anything we can think of and now what? Now I attempt to talk and all you do is turn a blind eye. You don't even know I'm talking about you because I could be talking about anyone I know really. No one really attempts to talk to me besides Alex, even though I reach out to you all. I feel alone in a crowded room again, I feel like I'm drowning in a sea of unwanted thoughts and past memories. My angel is the only one who cares enough about me, no one else does. So thank you, thank you for showing me what great friends I have. Friends that care, and friends that don't lie. And I hope you're not too ignorant to think I meant those last two sentences. Once again, thanks.