Alive

She’s so alone no one pick’s up the phone. Surrounded by people all day long so hard to go home to that empty house. People only call when they want something. No one really knows her pain. people only call when they need something they can’t see she’s slowly dying from the pain. she has it all is what they say. Her sadness so deep hidden by her smiles. She puts on a show won’t let them no. She sits there alone hoping praying someone will call her in the lonely darkest hours. People only call when they need something they can’t see her pain. She can’t go on anymore although she tries. No one hears her cries. So sad the hurt so deep the pain it cuts through like a knife. Longing to be loved.