Alone

It only took one call for me to break down into tears.

I knew for a long time that you didn't love me anymore.

But I lived in my imagination and tried to cover the fact that I was going to be alone.  Again.

I didn't wanted to be alone anymore.

I was sure.  That the only thing I could do now is End it all.

So I hung myself .

It would have taken only one call to get me away from that thought of killing myself.

But you were to busy talking with her.

At least I will never be alone again.