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Feb 2020
Never was on hold oh well
Time to be bold I have no voicemail
I talk to myself
Arguing with myself
What do you mean?
Ignored through a answering machine
Miss company
I'll give advice
But don't know how to listen to myself
So I cry softly
Voices in my head talking I swear I'm driving myself bad
Just so sad
Heres to jack and coke again
Writing in my journal hoping a miracle will happen
Breathe buried in alcohol
I wish it was fall
Autum is my favorite
Pumpkin seeds
Mango smooties
Perfect crips golden leaves
I'm crying alone daydreaming
Some ******* almost drove me into the wrong lane
Wanted to let it happen because of the pain
How can I work?
Not one of ******* see my worth
No patients with me i guess
Maybe thats why everyone up and left
voicemail full, goodbye
I was never on hold,
Life after life wasn't right.
Hung up grab a noose and hang these feelings cold,
I'm a isolate tonight
Nellie 55
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Nellie 55  28/M/Minnesota
(28/M/Minnesota)   
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