It’s the long-awaited call that is apparently not coming and is in the midst, of the quiet sound.

This feeling of constant anticipation is constantly whirling deep down inside, leaving me hopeful bound.

I can’t believe the status of my life now, to which I played only an insignificant, yet major role.

In this unscripted-series the most devious characters took the lead and ripped out my, fragile soul.

One may believe I was the Director at hand, carefully and meticulously depicting each surprising take.

But there is no way in God’s creation anyone in their right mind would depict such an ending, even if it were fake.

I often wish this was just a nightmare that I can eventually awake from and be back to, my prior life.

Alas, this frightful misery is every bit as real as my everyday existence, in a world filled with a lot of strife.

Ironically before I could finish this poem, the long-awaited call came through to no avail.

With just two seconds in but seemed like a lifetime, my desirous attempts continue to fail.

Yours truly has decided to resign herself to the fact, I was reluctantly born to live in unbearable pain.

Nothing matters to me anymore, every day is just another painstaking day filled with too much agony for even the strong, to sustain.