Each day

Each day
I look at the phone
and see nothing but the same

Each day
I feel worse
and realize how you probably don't feel it too

Each day
I still hope for messages
and crush my heart more just waiting for something from you

Each day
I hide the tears
and put on that fake frame

Each day
I know goes by
and I remember forgetting the reasons why

because at the end of each day...
those reasons became irrelevant as hoping for a new try