Hello again. It has been a while since I lasted posted something. I supposed in my case that is a good thing. I know that the poems aren't the best but they aren't supposed to be. They are merely an outlet. Sorry for those that read them because they are more than likely sad. Anywho, here's how my life is going as of now:
What do you do?
How do you live?
When people surround you,
It's a hard way to live,
Because even though they're all around,
You feel so alone,
You want to curl up on the ground,
Nobody cares so your hurt is unknown,
You don't want to cry,
You don't want to feel,
So your eyes remain dry,
But your soul can not heal,
Because even though they don't know,
Every act they do makes it harder,
Every word is another blow,
And so the wedge is driven farther,
You crave for a friend,
Many believe they are,
The question in the end,
If I had any friends would it have gotten this far?