i couldn't imagine it happen. but she lost for me forever.
cring.. cring..
me: hello, what happened? she: i am in need of your help. can you talk with me? for a while? me: i am bit busy. i am calling you within ten minutes. please hold till then. she: okay. please try.
after a while i called but........................
Hard to know when to stop. I have lost brother's to suicide. Was no call or warning. Everyday of my life. I wonder could I done something? Thank you for sharing the poem.
Coyote
It is sad, a sad poem, but for some reason the format that you wrote this in made it feel like it was funny. There must be some way that you could pack more emotion into this?
The tone of her voice? what tasks you were completing? the ringing back to no answer?
it seems like specifics could help this not read like a script to a skit.
It's so sad... I read a story before kinda similar and I cried reading it... hope you can extend the the story, so we can get more from it... Anyways, it's very touching, and depressing....
i want to cut my life as my desired time
and want to make my time eventful and........................................................................................................................... more..