I know you can't hear me

No matter how hard I scream
Into this paper bag of cyberspace
Hyperventilating into my loneliness
Gasping on it
Choking on it
Losing the ability to spell
This is not a friend as
I remember friends being,
For tomorrow you won't remember
And it won't bother you that
The pills you took keep
Stealing bits of you
Paying your debts of social disgrace
With the empty moments of induced coma-like trance
We don't know how
And you aren't helping.

No matter how hard I scream
I know you can't hear me
Because you ARE NOT listening
And I miss you.

Ramblings talks have lead me to believe
That what hurts the most now is:
My lack of friends
My lack of hope for change
My lack of sleep
My lack of good health (or un-sickness)
My lack of courage
My total, utter, and complete isolation from human contact
My desperation
And my anger.

I know you can't hear me
Because you ARE NOT listening
And I miss you
No matter how hard I scream.