everyday I expect a ring,
a text of some sort.
Or maybe a missed phone call.
But I get nothing.
and it's honestly because
nobody at all
not one person,
cares about me.
And that's the damb
truth.
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Grey Skies and Dark Eyes
PoetryThis is a poetry book by yours truly. It's a little dark, as I LOVE dark poetry. Dark meaning depressing, and just not exactly the lightest of day. If you're depressed, it will speak to your soul! So.....ugh! It's feeding to the hurting heart, if yo...
