The sadness you cant see because i hide it, is getting obvious
The smile i always have because i like it, is fading

This position that i occupy at home was suppose to be temporary, seems permanent
I'm not happy. I am emotionally devastated.
My end of the world is coming.

Crying without tears, for they are already dried up like a desert well.
Crying with fear, even like a phone call in the middle of the night.
I hate phone calls. I really hate answering my phone now.

I dont want sympathy, empathy, or any cup of tea
I just want to be alone when the time comes

Still, nobody likes to be alone all the time even though they claim they want to be. It's all about the perfect timing.