I used to measure the distance between us with minutes and a few streets, and now I use hours and miles. When I call, it's a different time of day there. I called last night, the second time that day, because I needed someone. My depression is stronger than ever, my thoughts dangerous and suffocating. But you don't usually know what to say, and I listen to the silence as you waste your track phone minutes. You feel bad that you can't help me, and I realize that the only person I trust enough to open up to can't help me. I don't know what to do. I've lost hope.