Quarantine blues

I see myself writing to you again. You'd think I learned from the last mistake. But I did not, And neither did you.

The silence is deafening, My ears bleed but no one can see. The things creep back in And I think they're going to win.

My phone lights up, They howl and screech, hiding again. But it's not you. It's another stranger from a strange app.

I can't put my phone away. Because if I do. They'll kill me too.