As the hands of the clock
Move closer to midnight,
The sky is pitch black
No stars shining bright.
Looking at my phone
Its silence is deafening,
The touch screen dark
Mind can't stop questioning.
Been like this for too long
Days roll into one another,
Without a word at all
No reason given either.
Nothing more to expect
This is the way it will be,
Know not what else to do
It's not him, it's me.
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