lonley
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Why don't you love me
You could at least pretend
Please call me
Please
Just tell me that you liked me too
When im gone to you ever wish i was there?
Do you even notice that im gone?
Do you see my empty seat and think where is she?
Do you miss my jokes? Or the things I talk about?
Moonlight trickling in my room
Lighting it up, making it shine
Making me look up with weary eyes
To see a beautiful full moon
Creaping down my bunkbed steps
Kicked in the stomach
But standing straight
Smile on
But inside tears escape
Bruno mars and backseat singing
windows rolled down
highway swerving
There is a voice in the back of my skull that screams for release,
That can only be found in a razor blade, or between your lips.
If I pick and prod at my flesh enough I realize soon enough I can't feel anything,
Lonley
Why do you not look at me?
I am here.
I am real.
The possibility of friendship is right in front of you, but I'm the only one putting in effort.
All the friends you claim to have do not truly care.
Where are you ?
I hear you but I don't see you
i listen closely
I hear the passion from within your voice
Laying alone once again, picturing a better time. Listening to a familiar note. Reading a repedative word. The same over and over and over. When will it change?
The sunlight is gone
and the threatning shadow of rain
makes the earth seem unknown
with its strange glow again.
The warm breeze twirls quickly.
The plants-too green- hasten their dance,
She’s wide awake as her lover sleeps only concentrated upon the dreams and thoughts wondering through her lover’s subconscious mind.
Jr.High.
Through the halls, head held high,
making fun of kids of many types.
Just for fun?
Just for kicks?
I couldn't really tell you why.
The laughs
I got, for rude comments I made,
It's a cold dark lonley night I'm looking outside my window.
Everything is still.
No sound, no movement, eveything is gray as thoughts run through my head.
Have you ever felt lonely?
The only being made fun of or looked at in a classroom?
Well welcome to reality that`s what lifes about
My life as Chanaya
