The only thing we hold unto.

 

I wake up just like I did the day before

Just that this time the books are arranged on the shelf

and not scattered on the bed.

…

There is still no news of them

I attempt to cry

but my tears have ceased to come.

I’ve lost count of dates,

I guess I’ve added a ton of weight too

My distraught mind roamed the room

clueless of what to do today.

…

Do they have conscience?

That question is right - 

that’s if thrown directly to their faces

Perhaps it is best I stay silent

since my cry no longer reaches them.

…

I am not bored

or maybe I am

I am fine

or maybe I’m not

I can survive;

I will survive

I no longer want to cling to the hope

that they will come around soon

I pray for them,

I pray for me.