Don't mind the lyrics

I like to stare at the screen of my phone,

Watching the incoming calls.

The green icon tempts me to touch,

But I skip them—afraid they'll see me.

Calls from my dear friends, my family—

They want to talk to me, but I can't.

Not because I don't want to,

But because I don't know how to begin.

Somewhere inside, I feel I've hurt them—

Not on purpose, but still, I did.

And I don't know how to help,

Even though I want to.

Sometimes I feel like calling them,

Talking to them, consoling them.

And believe me, I would love that,

But I just don't have the courage in me.