Jun 2019
You can erase me from your memories.
Not pick up the phone and dial those numbers.
Talk and talk and say all the right words to the people who don’t really know.
Those words never reach here.
Do you get how I ask myself if I’m the one all wrong?
If I’m apart of problem.
It leaves me hating myself sometimes.
You can’t hear the cries from where you are.
And you’ll never know the nightmares living in my head trying to chase me down.
I’m hurting deep inside.
And all you do is stay away,
dragging the pain a little further each day.
Not pick up the phone and dial those numbers.
Talk and talk and say all the right words to the people who don’t really know.
Those words never reach here.
Do you get how I ask myself if I’m the one all wrong?
If I’m apart of problem.
It leaves me hating myself sometimes.
You can’t hear the cries from where you are.
And you’ll never know the nightmares living in my head trying to chase me down.
I’m hurting deep inside.
And all you do is stay away,
dragging the pain a little further each day.
A brother or sister is supposed to be your best friend. The person you can talk to when you need to. The one that is always there. But it hits hard when that person refuses to talk. They walk away and the last time you remember seeing them was when you both lost someone. They never answer calls or messages. They post about showing up and all you can do is wonder why they never act upon the words they preach. As days go on the pain only deepens and you begin to blame yourself. But there is only so much you can do. I’m standing here, same place I always was and I’ll pick up the phone or open my door. You just got to be willing enough to break down the wall on your side.
