Longing, in the absence of you

Do you ever think as life passes you by, 

While everyone else is living, I might just as well die? 

Though, you've picked up the pen, have you ever tried, 

To feel those feelings that another one writes? 

Those empty words, from empty sounds, 

The scrolling and scrolling 

With contempt in self-doubt. 

Is it the fear of failure with the pressure of crowds? 

Or is it the words from the silence of pushing them out? 

Please tell me more while dodging your doubts. 

I look to the stars when no one's around.