Death from the eyes of a phone call

A phone has no eye but I see trough it all of the lines of despair and hopelessness and I find myself lost within the world of may bes and will happens.

Yes the phone with a thousand voices saying all short of different things some of them making my hope seeing like too little, and others making me a fool for having some.

The phone is death, and my birthday is to be shadowed in darkest night.

Is the brightest star and the shiniest day said and gone?

Please tell me not, please do not let it be true...