A Reflection of Me

The phone rings
And voicemail answers
Just a robot, an automated message
An "I'll call you later" answer
To a "Need you now" call

There is a bed and a girl
Broken heart and scattered mind
Tears smearing the pillowcase
A "misery with no company but itself"
Seeking a peaceful end

Abruption shakes the solitude
An alarm clock to the real world
Someone else needs a shoulder
To cry on;
I cry alone

There are days that pass
With no resolutions
Anxious and quick to emote
A "quick fix" is needed
For this "avoided problem"

Only band aids are adhered to wounds
All topical solutions
Nothing to beat off the infection
But exhaustion worsens the wounds
A soul too tired to try

There are days that pass
Without thought
Without pain
Without companionship
It is there; solace