Homesick

The shorter story, i don't know at all,
cry myself to sleep, half-way through the long haul.

Wake up every morning, sun in my eyes,
still in this place i don't recognize.

Still so alone, drowning in the crowd,
the things you never said, speak to me so loud.

wake up from a dream, you were there,
and i could swear that you ran your fingers through my hair.

But I'm not there, and you're not here,
and now it's become so clear.

You don't care, and you won't write,
And I'll forever be trapped in this room drained of light.

These four walls are haunting, there's no escape for me,
left to burn in my own misery.