I told the sea,
I have no friends, you see
But the ever changing tide
And the salty water burning my eyes to remind me that I'm alive and real
I have no friends,
But the prickly shells
And the warm sand beneath the heels of my feet
I have no friends,
But the scorching sun
And the hum of wind caressing me swiftly to comfort me as I lay here
In the spur of the moment I could feel the sea say back to me,
As long as I have feet that can walk to the shore, I've got a friend in the droplets of water engulfing me.
Then the shells, the sand, the sun and the wind consoled me, they hovered over me and said: In the presence of waves, what is the need for a friend?
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Emotional Torture.
PoetryCollection of poems and pieces written about daily struggles and tackling big world problems from the eyes of a teenager. Warning: Some chapters might be triggering. Triggers include: Suicide Eating disorder Self harm
