I wished for someone to be there
When I dialed the phone.
Instead a heard a voice that was flat, distant, disinterested.
Alone in your gloom, disconnected from me.
In your sorrow, why am I your enemy?
In darkness, why turn away from a friend?
When I need you, you treat me with disdain.
In my moments of weakness, you crush me.
How long will I reach out to you?
How long will I mistrust the truth
That you are cold and absorbed in your misery
Incapable of being reached?