All I Need Is A Friend
On a snowy day
When the world whispers white,
No one makes a sound.
Text messages are silent, subdued.
How funny is it that a phone call could send
The wrong message, right?
A phone call uses our voices
That we've since ceased using.
We've allowed our voices to become silenced
When thoughts are calling out to be heard.
But that would require being brutally honest
With the ones we love,
With ourselves.
But that would be too much.
Because we've told ourselves we can't be personal,
Out of fear.
We can't ask how someone is doing
Out of fear that we might have to do something about it.
We can't say we love someone
Out of fear that we might not be loved back.
We can't say we miss someone
Out of fear that we might never see them again.
We can't say we're not okay
Out of fear that we really aren't okay.
It is in this way
That we stop talking and start isolating.
We hide ourselves behind a screen
Only to post on meaningless social media,
Silent cries for help.
We all feel the same feelings
Yet cannot do anything to help one another.
All I need is a friend.
It's not so hard to open up when
Everyone is a victim to vulnerability.