I sit and stare at the ceiling fan
There's no sound for me to hear
No one to talk toYou see this morning
I walked in to schoolAnd my friends walk past me
With no hi
Not even a simple goodbyeI sat at the edge of a chair
In a lunch room
with empty chairs around meI go home
Check my phone
Not even a simple helloYou see im alone
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Words From The Heart
PoetryLetters to my self Just word on a page poems from the heart Words from my mind What to feel is the word in side