Close Call

Call me anytime, anytime you aren't busy

You can call me when you get around to it

I tell you every day, yet never hear anything

Never get a call return, because you are busy 

Didn't get a call the last time I tried to stop breathing

But I thought of you, and couldn't do it

Call me any day, I will be waiting

How long though can one wait

Maybe it could be too late

The next time I am hanging, it won't be up on me

Cause I'll be dangling, from the phone cord, dangling my feet

Could you call me, something other than useless 

Can you tell me I'm not truly hopeless

If you call me tomorrow, would it be too late

Or as the phone rings, will I be strangling 

Will I make it to the receiver, to get to hear your voice

Am I struggling alone, or is it just in my head

Will I get a chance to hear the phone

Or will you just hear the dial tone, because my ears are ringing 

The blood rushing to my head is just as real as the teardrops down my face 

If I am not able to receive your call, it's because my mind was busy

And stopped suddenly because I had ended my suffering 

You left my hanging by a thread, and now i am dead

Miraculously I see the light, I awaken to a ringing 

I see my opened window, and hear birds singing

And I am sure glad hear your voice again
Copyright © | Year Posted 2017

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