Phone call.

Tired, alone

Sitting here thinking.

Hot tears, rolling down the cheeks of the abused.

"Woe is me"

Help me, save me

Take me away.

F**k you for crushing my soul.

I breathe.

A fresh flood of tears comes down.

I ignore them and roll over in my bed.

Maybe sleep will calm me.

Suicide?

No.

Pills?

No.

Mommy?

Yes.

*Ring ring*

No answer.

I'm alone.

My thoughts move faster, confusing me

Making me dizzy.

I feel sick to my stomach.

A phone call.

Damn, a phone call was all I asked for.

Is that so much?

Must be.

Finally sleep envelopes me.

In my sleep, all is well.

And your f*****g phone call means nothing.

Reviews

[A.r. Bazian]

strong...
straight emotional words! such courage!
u just inspired me to write a poem...
please... check it out!