No One Is Touching Me

They all want to hold me as life falls apart
But no one is touching me. No on is in.
As all of the pieces I've planned and created, arranged and obsessed over crumble away.
And dreams I've tried living in fade into days where all of the watercolors mesh to a grey.
And they all want to comfort despair and dismay
But no on is touching me. No one is in.
And silence could crack while I'm hiding in pain but fear will smell differently through this fresh rain
where all of my dealings are muddy and clear and my guilt's laced with faith.
And they all want to share in my stories and shame
But no on is touching me. No one is in.
I know that I need something more
And I know that you need me to lean on you, need me to trust in you, need me to show that I care
But no one is touching me. You are not touching me. You are not there.