Little Short Poems

10-11-10

the sounds of voices everywhere

doesn't assure me that i am alive.

the sounds of footsteps nearby

doesn't assure me that

i am not alone.

The touch of a hand on my shoulder

doesn't assure me that

it's my friend.

I don't think i recall,

ever been surrounded with many friends

yet i'm still feeling lonely.

It's crazy for i have a lot of friends

yet none of them can be there for me.

i don't want to talk, because

i don't want to hear words

that won't help me get better.

But my heart is screaming every minute of the day.

i think i need to see you soon

to get better and redeem myself.

but what happens when you too,

won't be a friend to me?

will that be the time that i'll be losing myself?