you left me now that I need you the most
who is going to listen to my problems ?
who is going to give me advice ?
who is going to talk to me for hours on the phone ?
who is going to be the shoulder I can cry on ?
I tried calling you the day my heart couldn't take it anymore
the day I decided to tell you
the day I said fuck it I already lost everything what's there more to loose
I remember sitting at the bathroom floor
that cold , empty feeling crawling on my skin
typing with shaky hands your number
how after a while of waiting , the line said the number does not exist
ending the call , I threw my phone across the floor
I hugged my knees and started crying
crying seemed like the only thing I did this past month
and so I finally realised
that I did not matter to you anymore
and this time
it was not okay