When will you call?
When my body is cold in the ground,
or as I take my last breath?
It's dark and lonely in this place,
my thoughts shout and echo
whisper and sneer,
you're a burden
no one wants you here.
When will you call?
I have a knife in my hand,
the end is near.
I see the social media posts,
telling me you are there,
but a phone call away,
you are waiting for me
to call in for tea.
When will you call?
you say you love me,
but I don't believe you.
I will not call you,
I cannot call anyone,
for this depression,
the darkness, the blackness
that holds me captive
will not allow me that solace,
it tells me over and over
that I am not good enough
not worthy of your love
of time in your busy life.
When will you call?
Knock on my door?
Do you know it could save me?
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February 19, 2020 at 9:37 pm
powerful x
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