How have you been my friend?

It’s been months since I haven’t gotten back to you.

You seemed to have survived, in the drought nights of our lives.

I’m sorry I was that moody and only comes to you when I’m lonely.

But life hasn’t really been that “ohh soooo fine”,

I just had to stop whining once in a while.

I came to you in despair, hoping and longing to be heard.

In a world like ours today, nobody really cares what you say,

for as long as you keep your mum in the hay.

Here I am today, trapped in a 4-walled cubicle,

waiting for time to pass by, waiting for rain to fall down again.

I know I keep waiting for everything. But what can I do?

I’m trapped in this life, neither do I know where to go!