I have wonderful friends <br />and a wonderful man <br />but when i get home that all starts to bend <br />either my brother is saying he hates me <br />or my mother is yelling about the dumbest things <br />i wait for that phone to ring <br />so it'll take me out of that room <br />and away from everything <br />if it doesnt ring by 5: 05 <br />I pick up the phone and dial the number <br />sometimes your there <br />and sometimes your not <br />but tonight you are <br />so i say hang up and call me back <br />my mom gets suspious <br />but doesnt say a thing <br />as i sit in my room and say nothing <br />at all... <br />just the sound of your voice makes me feel so strong <br />I take one good look at my wrist <br />and i realize what i did was wrong <br />but by the time you say I love you <br />the bloody cuts are gone.<br /><br />Chelcie Reaves<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/they-re-gone/
