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almost
would you please
be my friend
I’m so lonely
a year past thirty
and I think I’ve been alone
where it counts
most of my life
no matter how I’ve tried
to be worth anybody’s time
that’s fine
I’ll do it on my own
as much as I can
but a one man band
only has so many hands
and I thought that family
was supposed to understand
I’ve run out of miracle plans
my heart caves in like sinking sand
so no, I won’t come
worship your god on Sundays
learn how I need to
suffer for the hope of better days
even if it breaks my back
well, that’s just fate
she said the first marriage
can toss like a pancake anyway
oh, how they ate before throwing me away
I can’t stand it here anymore
I’ve picked every lock on every door
and I suspect there’s nothing left
at the end of it all I’ll find my death
when I asked for help, they told me no
how can I hold on to my daughter
when I have nowhere to go?
my mom had a husband and her mother
but I’m on my own so I’ll leave a note
would you please
be my friend?
I know you don’t
understand me
but I’ve got no one else
I know you’re tired
of kids and of me
if I could I would do it alone
have mercy on me
be my friend
I’m so lonely
a year past thirty
and I think I’ve been alone
where it counts
most of my life
no matter how I’ve tried
to be worth anybody’s time
that’s fine
I’ll do it on my own
as much as I can
but a one man band
only has so many hands
and I thought that family
was supposed to understand
I’ve run out of miracle plans
my heart caves in like sinking sand
so no, I won’t come
worship your god on Sundays
learn how I need to
suffer for the hope of better days
even if it breaks my back
well, that’s just fate
she said the first marriage
can toss like a pancake anyway
oh, how they ate before throwing me away
I can’t stand it here anymore
I’ve picked every lock on every door
and I suspect there’s nothing left
at the end of it all I’ll find my death
when I asked for help, they told me no
how can I hold on to my daughter
when I have nowhere to go?
my mom had a husband and her mother
but I’m on my own so I’ll leave a note
would you please
be my friend?
I know you don’t
understand me
but I’ve got no one else
I know you’re tired
of kids and of me
if I could I would do it alone
have mercy on me
Published 3rd Jan 2025
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3rd Jan 2025 10:01pm
Girl, looking for understanding is a long and lonely road. I’m fifty-six and it took me this long to figure it out.
Be you, be glorious you.
And when it feels like you’re the lone woman standing, learn you. Because there’s always more to us than what think we know.
Then, your tribe will find you.
I know this poem.
Be you, be glorious you.
And when it feels like you’re the lone woman standing, learn you. Because there’s always more to us than what think we know.
Then, your tribe will find you.
I know this poem.
