No bright lights,
No waiting fights,
No goodnights,
Just nothing,
I said the last thing,
It made it through the internet,
Lighting up the other screen,
This must have been seen,
With all the signs of waiting messages,
Little red things with numbers,
Not hard to miss,
Maybe there is no care,
I thought it was there,
Now I just stare,
And think of what I want to say,
Maybe I should just go away,
Yet I need a place to stay,
The screen is my home,
My words on your phone,
Not acknowledged,
So I now I'm here,
Sitting alone,
No messages on a screen,
Time for my mind to be mean,
It doesn't matter anyway,
I never thought anyone would stay.