why won't anyone pick up the phone?

he has been calling for our help. We tend to ignore his muffled cries.
He no longer wants to be here. He wants to disappear, but he still tries.
Tries to be alive for the people who need him, and love him.
Lately it seems like no one does, an accident disrupts the theme.
He is so far gone into his mind, he remains a sinking feeling.
All he wants is to start anew, he fades, skin peeling.
the walls have have him locked and gone.
he tries to find the right song.
The canary has died, and he is only a memory.
Why reach for the sky when he won't achieve such glory.
the tears flood and moisten his fragile face.
he still ponders and wonders if he is just a basket case.
He wonders if he will be buried in the ground.
Or incinerated without a sound.
He has gone past the plan.
He is a ghost, no longer a man.