loneliness
claws at my brain
and shoves tears through my eyes
and I feel so
hopeless
helpless
because there's nothing
I can do
about it
because my eyes
aren't specialized
in the social department
so I lay in my tears
wishing
longing
for just
one
true
friend
that will listen
that I can listen to
that I can touch
that I can see
that I can laugh with
that I can cry with
because I'm tired
of being my only friend
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maybe i'm dreaming (COMPLETED)
Poetrya sky full of poems, none of which connect (stars without constellations) this is a compilation of almost every aspect of my life in poems, as well as some fictional elements too i hope you enjoy my cemetery of secrets -lowercase is intended for sty...
