Stuck With Pain

I'm needing someone to talk to

I call my friends

And of course none of them bother to pick up

Nor call me back.

Great...So I am alone.

Stuck to deal with this pain.

I am thinking about taking a silver pin.

Sliding it across my pale wrist

Watching it create that red line

That represents my fear for myself.

Who am I and why am I thinking like this?

That was the past, this is now.

It should be different.

But obviously this story has to be mine.

Running along someone else's storyline.

How am I to fix this pain that is felt?

I have cried for twenty nonstop minutes

For no reason

What is wrong with me?
 

Reviews

[shadow]

OMG!!!!! so good
i swear we think alike
when we write :)

[Alicante lullaby]

Ohhh;i think you have in you a compassionate person and a thinker in you,at times we do cry without reason or purpose or motive and it is important.nice rhyme,