Voicemail

by Christina McDowell   Jan 29, 2007


I call but I get voicemail
My face starts to turn pale
Why won't you pick up the phone
When I'm all alone?

Just to hear your voice
So I can make the happy choice
I yell
I go to hell

I kick
Just a physical trick
I scream
It dont blow off the steam

Where are you?
What Should I do?

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