Picture frames covered with dust line the
shelves in my room.

The phone rings, my ears block it out,
I'm not even focused on the words falling
from my mouth.

My hair dangles off the side of the bed,
I can feel the blood running to my head.

Dead silence claims my mind, unsure of
what to think, it's only a matter of time.

Are you scared by the shake in my voice,
does the way my body trembles scare you
even more?

I've been holding my breath way too

The wind howls through my window,
whistling its own special tune, I finally
have a friend to sing to.

I'm biting my tounge, striding down
the street, as curious eyes watch over