Nobody’s Talking (To Me) — Part II

Now I know

that something’s

wrong.

Something’s wrong

with me —

but I know

it’s only temporary.

I know

I can change,

that I can make it

to the other side.

Still, I know

something’s wrong,

because nobody’s talking

to me.

Endless nights

spent alone —

I never imagined

life would look like this

at 32,

living life

like

a washed-

up rolling

stone

with barely

anything

to show.

Starting over

for the millionth time —

can’t apologize

when there’s

nothing left.

Like a payphone

with no dial tone,

there’s no one

on the other line,

because

nobody’s talking

to me.

Show me,

show me

how to live,

because

something’s wrong —

and

everyone’s looking,

but nobody’s talking

to me.

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