I see many people with their friends
Talking and laughing to no end.
I do not have that, I only have me,
I guess that I am just lonely.
People talk behind my back,
Say, "Why friends does that one lack?"
I get stuck in deep thought,
Why in this lonesome hole am I caught?
But, one day, if you come to me
I know no longer will I be lonely.
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Misfortune
Poetry!! WARNING: POEMS MAY BE DEPRESSING !! This book was originally for poems about sadness, now it's just venting in the form of poems.
