My Love

I sit at home,
Crying on the phone,
Wishing your were here.

I feel so alone,
And my skin is cold,
Without you here to warm me.

My wrists don't bleed,
My razor's still clean,
But I'm waiting for you to wake me.

The tears I've cried,
Have yet to be dried,
I need your soft touch to sooth me.

My feelings don't sway,
As I wait for the day,
For you to come back and love me.