A ring in your ears,

you turn your head slightly.

Reply's to your messages,

not very quietly.

'Pick up the phone',

your friend mutters aloud.

Do you make yourself known,

should you reach out?

'Please answer me,'

your mother cries.

This moment will haunt her,

she has to try.

'Don't do anything,

I'm coming home!'

The last text you see,

as you lay down your phone.

You hear the ringing,

of your friends desperate pleas.

You think to yourself,

'they don't know what's best for me.'

And that statement is true,

however sad that may be.

(unfinished btw im meant to be doing schoolwork rn)