The Phone RIngs

The phone rings and rings Yet I do not move answer There is a feeling inside of me somewhere That says that this phone call can only bring bad news I defy that gut feeling And reach for the phone "Hello" I say "Is this Vicky?" "Yes, may I help you?" "This is the devil" "God I knew this day would come..." "You are going to die very soon, but before you do..I would like to do my one selfless act of the year" "Ok...what would that be?" "I'm going to show you what your friends and family will be feeling after you are gone" "And that will help me how?" "Maybe you could change your life" Suddenly I am whisked away And I land in a dark building. Smelling of old wood and old people. As I walk into the only room I can find I see my coffin, sitting there, with no one to come and see me My friends walk in, laughing and smiling Remembering where they were they whipped the smiles off their faces One by one they go to the casket and look at my lifeless body They all seem so glad to be rid of me I can only sit there and frown I go up to the screaming and yelling "CAN'T YOU SEE ME? DO YOU HEAR ME?" They keep on sitting there with their smirks whispering to each other I can't seem to make out what they say, but what ever it is I don't know that I want to know what it is I walk out with them, and see the sunniest day I've seen in a while When I round the corner I pick up the newspaper and flip around I come to the obituary section And see my name in big black letters VICKY BEDLEK A great friend and daughter Killed by a gunshot to the head Self inflicted death I start thinking to myself What could have made me do this? Was it the fact that I had parents who loved me? Or was it that I could not take a little bit of rejection I put down the phone And think what could I possibly do to change this I'm still thinking But nothing is coming to me I don't know Maybe my life is meant to end this wayI'm really depressed right now so don't mind me ok good Written January 13th, 2002 © on Jan 12 2002 06:43 PM PST   0 • 1