My heart is lost inside the hurting chest. Why is this happening to me? Is that all it is - a test? Or is it something that I can already see?
I'd like to know because my mind is hurting. I'm tired of walking donw the street alone. I'm tired of doing this and doing that; working. I'm tired of patiently waiting by my phone.
Waiting to get that one phone call I longed for. That phone call that can answer all my breath taking questions. A call I wait for before I walk out the door. A call I wait for before I start my crying sessions.
