Who do I call?
in the midst of pain I am alone.
those that miss me are asleep.
sitting here realizing it is just me.
time is given to me on occasion.
me giving all to those that left me.
my importance is nothing to them.
I twist and turn as knives pierce my side.
their love us a facsimile and temporary.
understanding my place in their world.
reaching as they knock my hand away.
falling to the bottom of aloneness.
I call no one.
in the midst of pain I am alone.