Help me,
for I do not yet know how to survive alone.
Help me,
to overcome the pain of being in my own 'home.'
Help me,
from this feeling of being alone,
with no one who understands me,
with nobody who seems to see...
me.
I can fabricate,
an empty chair beside my bed,
watching over me piteously,
waiting with me,
hoping,
for another person to walk in
and take a seat.
For the empty void that is my room
to be filled with something, someone,
instead of the immense and never-ending black hole
that stays to torment me.
The mass of a different person than myself,
affecting how the chair sits,
the position of said person,
comfortable or tense.
Not even an
imaginary friend can comfort me,
for they all left,
after the age of thirteen,
sprinting away,
chasing their own dreams.
A/N
P.S. I didn't really have imaginary friends, despite being a total loner. I do, however, have one that I randomly talk to when I feel extremely alone in my room, but only for about two minutes.
His name is Aaron.
But the worst part is, I know he's not real.
That's why even he can't feel the hole of intense sadness and loneliness.
Sorry for the lack of updates, school sucks. My education is more important than writing or reading on this site and if you don't agree that is too bad. This is my life, not yours. Me doing this instead of school affects my life, not yours.
Anywho, maybe another poem later. Dueces.
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