empty 

I am hollow 

A vase whose flowers are dead and withered 

I was high

Now I am going down, down, down, down,

Down

under

drowning, drown, drown, drowned

drowned 

 

I manage to put down 

the pen 

I manage to pick up 

the phone 

Press call 

One ring, two ring-

 

"Hello?" 

 

I talk, I speak, I spit out

words that somehow sum up the feelings

I am not feeling 

I am not feeling 

 

She feels, she feels

the feelings I am spitting out  

but not feeling 

She chews, she speaks, she talks 

I listen, I laugh, I smile 

 

She brings out color and the rain 

waters my flowers 

they grow, they bloom

I am no longer empty 

The feelings I spit out soften and fill me

 

She helps

fill me  

And that is

awesome