Abuse

There are worse things,
than caring about what you think.
 
Like feeling like dying everyday,
 
Or going months without sleep.
 
Listen to my phone.
Can you hear me moan?  
 
I know I'm not alone.
Staring blankly in my home.
 
I hope that when I smile,
It makes you happy for a while.
 
Because I never get to see you,
I only get to tease you.
 
I hope that all your friends,  
Understand why I hate them.
 
Always trying to blend in,
While I constantly miss him.
 
I linger around my phone,
Because I know I'm not alone.
 
All I see is an empty home,
And an active microphone.