You told me once
that if I ever needed you
to call you, and you'd be there
But you know I would never
and I always ask first
Yet that is not the problem
It's that not once have I needed you
and asked about that call
Then have had it happen
So I just end up sitting
alone in my bed
To cry to myself, and let myself know it's okay
And that I am here for me

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Thoughts of a Quiet Girl
PoetryThinking hurts Especially when your thoughts Are trying to kill you