Loneliness and Sadness

Here I sit all alone. No one to talk to, no one to care.
no one to visit me, no one to listen to me, no one to care.

I wonder why they tell me they will call or visit?
When in their hearts they know they never will,
Do they hear them selfs? Do they ever listen?

They tell me what they think I want to hear.
I'll call you, I'll write you, I'll visit I promise.
Its really more than I can bear.

Don't tell me these things if you really don't mean them.
It hurts to have you tell me and don't really mean it.

I sit in my chair all day long, crying and wishing someone would call.
Please just pick up the phone and give me a call!

When I'm dead and gone will they visit then?
No need to because I wont need you then.
I wont know you've been to see me then.

You need to visit now while I'm still here.
To stop my ever lasting tears.

I need some one to let me know you really care,
Because this loneliness is more than I can bear.

I dedicate this Poem to my dear mother Roberta Mckenzie