By Myself

As I sit here all alone
You feel me and reach for the phone.
As I pick up you begin to say
Was up luv, how was your day.

I start to reply, but
Emotionally, I start to cry.
I’m feeling like shit I start to say
I hear your voice endlessly.

As your words go through my head
I realized I’d be better off dead.
But I could never carry it out
I tell you why, you begin to pout.

As I sit all alone
My fingers slip off the phone.
My body thuds as I hit the floor
I lie here wondering is their more.
- John Hughes