Why aren't my hands shaky?
Why can't I cry?
Why isn't there a drop of blood?
Why do I have this life?

My eyes hurt from holding back.
My skin bruises without oozing.
Just lump lines with no cut.
Just sore eyes with no tears.

One hectic love story.
Never-ending for me.
Hes still on the call.
Hearing me breath.

No feelings for each other.
But still I want to hear his voice.
No caring, no loving.
But still I want him to hold me.