A blank screen shows ‘No Messages’,
I sigh and throw it to the side,
before rushing back to check;
time after time,
again.
Some might say it’s sad,
others, hopeless;
But it’s so much more than that.
When you feel as if you have nothing,
feel nothing,
am nothing;
Can you blame yourself for craving what soothes you?
Check, check, check,
send messages to check,
stare for hours to check,
becoming worried, stupidly so;
But it’s all worth it in the end,
when you’re brought to life.