Lonely Friend
I'm convinced I need friends because I become better with other people
Could I learn to be a complete person on my own?
Or will I just keep searching, just, keep searching, just, keep searching for that other half
Or will I just, keep praying, just keep praying, just keep praying for something more
When will I become my own friend?
Like that night I sat outside my body and asked that old friend how they'd been
"I've been fine," they said, but I could tell it was a lie
So I held him as he cried inside my arms
Yes I cried oh how I cried inside my arms
YOU ARE READING
18 Years of God Damn Bullshit: A Memoir
Non-FictionPoems and stories from my chaotic life because I love to trauma dump with sexy words. Be kind, and enjoy <3
