yttersta tanken

I miss to talk with someone, anyone.

No one hears me anymore.
Nor do they see me.
It seems like I am left all alone,
Sure, I am used to it.
But time to time,
I wish I still had someone..

Like staring in to a wall,
Hoping it will answer my ridiculous questions.
I am panicking,
Breathing gets hard.
I setting of a statement of paralysed.
I wonder how I am not dead yet.

I miss your voices,
Your words on the screen,
On a piece of paper.
Yelling my lungs out,
But you don't seem to hear me anymore.

You have no idea how much it hurts,
Being alone again..