I call upon no one, not a living breathing soul, I cannot burden them with the nightmares that haunt my mind, I live in this world, traveling through the motions, I constantly want to pick up the phone and call for help, just to hear a friendly voice, just to hear someone tell me that they love me, but it is never that way, no those whom I call wish to always tell me of their problems, always ask me to help them, but when i am alone and scared in this world, whom do I call, I call the. I call the when my world is falling into darkness, and I feel his icy touch upon my cheek, I call the when I feel like screaming because i see nothing but the abyss of eternal loneliness, and though I know that you do not hear me, nor would you care if you did i still call the, I am alone I see that now more than ever, but I do not let it hinder me, no i let it push me and drive me cause i know no matter how alone or afraid I get I can always call the, and one day I will know you, one day I will find you until the I will just continue to call the, but alas I must say this in the last lines of my thoughts, I know that most will never understand that though i am lonely and constantly fighting my own demons, I am not afraid, because mere memories are nothing compared to the things that we have seen, and though I know we cannot speak of it, I am greatful to you for showing me it, so that is why I call the.
