Empty hours that I spend
To myself every day
Scour my soul like bleach
Empty to the bone in every way.
Why don't you greet me?
Am I different than you?
Aren't I deserving of the same as every one
Equal ,too?
If you cared than you would be there
Not just words on a social page
Or a message at which to stare.
Hearts beat the same blood
No matter what excuses are made
Your absence is like a poison
Killing my soul in this quiet hours
The bleach that blanks out any color
From this once colorful and happy man
He is weakened by the ticking of the clock
From the once strong stance
At Wich he once stood.