A poets ramble.

Today I've sat here, watching my phone. It hasn't changed. It hasn't turned on. It hasn't vibrated and it hasn't pinged. It hasn't changed. Only silence. A black screen that I occasionally turn on to check if a notification has appeared or a person had tried to call. But there was nothing, just my "emo" home screen of a raven. I've thought of my... friends, not even my family. I thought about college and how I am failing. Yet I have no motivation to improve, no motivation for help. For some reason I want to run when I can barely move my legs. If I ever speak it's just usually to myself. Or my thumbs say the words for me because I am too scared to yell. Am I really your friend, or am I just tolerated? Why am I like this? I don't want to be myself. I'm trapped in my mind though I cannot think. All I want to do is cry, yet I do not feel. The silence is golden, but it's causing my brain to melt. All I can hear is the heartbeat ache against my chest- and the whisper of voices that go through my head. I can't turn away from my phone, even when I wish it was dead