Will there ever be a time when I'm actually happy and loving life, or will I keep running into that sharp ass knife?
I'm always feeling alone and like a burden to all, no one seems to pick up that phone whenever I begin to call.
Rejection, ignore, hang up, call again. All alone is how I'm going to end.
A simple three minute conversation is all I ask for, a three minute conversation can save me from being unconscious on that floor.
But who am I to say anything, if I was gone think of all the joy that would bring.
No more burden and no more worry, I kinda wish the end would just hurry.
No more asking questions and no more disappointment, being gone would be both of our enjoyment.
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