All Alone

I wrote this because I did…
I sit here all alone at home,
Waiting for you to phone.
I knew this wouldn’t work out,
I had a very big doubt.
I dreamt all about this,
Blood dripping down my wrist.
If all you can do is lie,
Oh god just let me die
I don’t care anymore, goodbye..

By Carly Pearson
Published: 12/16/2006 		Your Contributions: Tell us a Poem! You don't have to be a Buzzle.com author to contribute to Poetry Bee. Submit a poem of your own right now!
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