They weren't here
When I needed them the most
No one cares
So please just go
When all I needed was a friend
I got no calls or messages
And I'm starting to think
That maybe it's me
And maybe it should be
Everyone disappears when I come around
But all I wanted was to hang and talk
No one cares about me anymore
No one asks me how I am
And I'm starting to understand why
Everyone asks why I'm so cold and distant
But no one noticed when I was missing for months at a time
I try to make friends
But in the end it doesn't matter
They're all just gonna leave anyway
So I just push them away
And they all think that I'm okay
But they never listen to what I really say
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Metanoia
PoesíaMetanoia: [Noun] Change in one's way of life resulting from penitence or spiritual conversion. Poems, songs, and the occasional letter.
