It’s awful quiet here, alone

where I’ve been left behind again

Crisis brings the chaos

and everyone else swoops in

Someone always seems to save me

from falling in completely

But they always disappear

back to their own worlds

Others can walk away from this

but I can’t leave myself

and the isolation calls

so cold, so dark, so empty

so free from the pain of falling

All these last-minute liftups

I know I should be happy for

but sometimes I have to wonder

if it wouldn’t be easier

to handle all this silence

if I never heard the noise

of others coming to the rescue

then riding off again