No Answer Poem by miss shushu

there is the dark night
it was 25 degrees but for me it was like 10 degrees
called him because i was truly ineed for him to listen to me
but no he dident wana talk or even listen to me he was in deep inside his problems with no space for me.
there i stayd seated on the couch thinking about whats wrong with him killing myself from been worried about him. and him dident even bother to call back to make up for what he said and how he acted.
me iam just so hurt and i feel like i cant breath anymore...
i feel like just been between his arms and him whispering in my ears that its going to be ok and that iam going to be ok...
his child is inside me and me with the oain and sickness seting alone with a peace of him with him own blood... but iam the one who is suffering. iam really ineed for him.....