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How many times

How many times can I run away from answering them as if my life depends on it 

How many times can I sit here frantically as if my body is begging me for help 

But my lips can never bear to say the words 

How many times can I type a message that explains it all as if it were so easy to talk about as what you had for lunch 

But my fingers are too stubborn to press send 

How many times will I go to call the doctor as if I could scream it from the top of my lungs

But my phone feels like it’s miles away 

How many times can I read this poem desperately searching for answers 

But realise there are none here