When I was nine years old
I made a list of all my friends
Fourteen
I had fourteen friends
Fourteen people who loved me
Fourteen people who were eager to play with me at recess every day
So tell me why it's down to one now?
Why did everyone I love go away?
Well
Some of them I screwed up
Others I grew out of
But many should've ended a different way
I hate missing people who don't remember who the fuck I am
And no it's not okay
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I'm Worried That if I Go Outside the World will Collapse
PoetryPoems and writings by Janey Hall I hope these inspire you to write <3
