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Lonely Little Girl
Couldn’t make much friends
So made friends with the pills
Tucked away under the pillow
Stifled, soft sobs
Pressed into her bedspread
“There must be something wrong with me”
Was what kept going through her head
Lonely little girl
Roaming the halls
Not one glance was thrown her way
No one noticed her at all
When you’ve lived in nothing but isolation
It gets hard to become reliant
In any form
Or any manner
She wanted someone to talk to
To laugh, to listen
But no one seemed to care
Or acknowledge her existence
Lonely little woman
Just needed a friend
But no one seemed to be there
She made friends her tears instead
So made friends with the pills
Tucked away under the pillow
Stifled, soft sobs
Pressed into her bedspread
“There must be something wrong with me”
Was what kept going through her head
Lonely little girl
Roaming the halls
Not one glance was thrown her way
No one noticed her at all
When you’ve lived in nothing but isolation
It gets hard to become reliant
In any form
Or any manner
She wanted someone to talk to
To laugh, to listen
But no one seemed to care
Or acknowledge her existence
Lonely little woman
Just needed a friend
But no one seemed to be there
She made friends her tears instead
Published 13th Oct 2017
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13th Oct 2017 3:39pm
This is sad I know isolation well the darkness was my friend for quite sometime then I friended music which still to this day is a close friend so I hear you friend if you ever need anyone to talk to drop me a line I’ll friend your loneliness 😊
17th Nov 2017 7:35pm
