I sit here,
Alone and afraid.
There's no one I can talk to.
They don't care.
I don't wanna make them sad.
They're all leaving,
As I push them away.
And when they're gone,
I'll try and reach to grab them.
But it'll be to late.
I've done it before.
And now I'm alone.
My thoughts keeping me company,
And my friends all gone.
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Final Writings
PoetryThis is just a place where I'm gonna let out my feelings. I warn you. It's not pretty. Triggering
