poems for peace

you can still call me

you can still call me
when you're tired and alone
when the world seems to hate you
and your only comfort isn't there

you can still text me
when it's two in the morning
when you're abandoned by your friends
who never really care

you can still tell me
all the secrets you have to share
all the stories, all the trauma
that your life has to spare

you can still cry on me
tell me about all the struggles
and all the pain that you kept locked up
waiting for the key that you kept there