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Alone.
I shovel food down my throat
Cry’s invading my lungs
Tears hugging the skin
On my back
Burns from the radiant sun
In my mind are the shadows
Hollowing whispers telling me
Telling me
Telling me
You’re no good
Swiftly names are shouted around me
Glistening with the hope of recognition
I turn to follow their sound
Only to be forsaken with the ever long
Ideals that I am truly, alone.
Cry’s invading my lungs
Tears hugging the skin
On my back
Burns from the radiant sun
In my mind are the shadows
Hollowing whispers telling me
Telling me
Telling me
You’re no good
Swiftly names are shouted around me
Glistening with the hope of recognition
I turn to follow their sound
Only to be forsaken with the ever long
Ideals that I am truly, alone.
Published 15th Nov 2021
Author's Note
Wrote this as I sat alone during a group lunch. I don’t dislike being alone, but sometimes it weighs on me. Making friends feels like it should be easy.
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