A Deserted Island

On a deserted island all alone,

hearing the waves constant drone.

No friend there to make me laugh.

No friend there to cut the hardships in half.

But across the sea I can hear,

jubilant laughter tauntingly near.

The sound of friends having a good cheer,

unknown to them that I shed a tear.

A tear for the good friendships,

that through my fingers I let slip.

Though as long as I pretend that I'm fine,

a like between the islands exists like a life line.

But for how long can I keep up a charade that's tearing me up inside,

maybe soon it won't matter and I'll be swept away by the tide.