Helpless to Your Suffering

Forced, awkward conversation
Oh, sorry, I didn’t know
Not like I know you anymore, right?
Not like we correspond much these days?
And when you do it’s not anything special
Though after three months it does
And I expound upon my recent stories only to no reply
It’s not entirely your fault no, the depression is sucking it out of you

But it doesn’t mean it isn’t painful
That it isn’t lonely
Scary to wonder how you are
If you’re hurting, crying, suffering
So far away, out of my grasp
Without help