Look into my phone contacts,
Now press recent;
You'll see no calls to me,
You'll only see a few out going calls,
made from me, yet never returned,
My words fall upon death ears,
From the eyes of the humans to
whom,
I've lost their acceptance,
either-or
like a weaklen, I fell for their trick,
I get lonely too at times,
I think it would feel nice to hear
someone to call me just for a chat,
No money to be a social butterfly,
So there's no social lites there to try,
Probably not a church either,
because all the members already
have their own lives, sure you can
can call them up only to get voice
mail,
I have no one excited to see me,
I have no one to catch me when
I
F
A
L
L,
I must have many falls,
shown in my short comings,
And it's really not a loss,
when you're like me,
nothing great.
I do suffer ruin, defeat, and failure,
I'm coming apart at the seams,
But you'll never hear my inward
screams,
Just like the rise and the fall of the
tides,
I've dropped and sanked down to
my knees,
Then I'll get up again, only to
continue this sorrowful pattern,
But I'll promise you this much:
Upon my face you'll never assume the look of shame,
disappointment,
...or dejection,
I won't give you that satisfaction,
I'll hide it with all that's in me.
(besides, I doubt that you'd care
enough to look upon me so closely)
I came into the world lonely
And
I shall leave the world lonely.
~SacredInkedBlood
I have not many friends at all. I'll give to people just because I like too but you'll never hear them call me. I'm just another woman that's looked down upon by the higher class folks. https://m.facebook.com/VenjencieCliftonArnold Author Ven J Arnold
