
I called you every day
My drive home was our time
My schedule was the same
Little variations but around five
I didn't matter who called
You chose them over me
I asked for thirty minutes day
But you couldn't let it be
The TV was loud in the background
Or your attention was in a game
You listened to me sometimes
But most days were just the same
You asked why I didn't call you
If I needed help, you were there
I called you every fucking day
But my cries met empty air
Everyone ranked higher than me
Because we talked every day
But you have a group of people
And daily calls are your way
When I woke up from what I had done
I didn't want you to know
I was worried about Your Emotions
So you wouldn't feel too low
I still wish I hadn't told you
I wish I had never said
But in your eyes I should have called you
You make me wish I stayed dead
About the Creator
Callie Householder
I have been writing since I learned to write. I didn't believe anything I wrote was enough to share. However, I think now that even if only one person can hear me and feel they are not alone, that is enough.



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