Why is it so cold?
Am I alone?
Is anyone home?
When I don't tell anyone my secrets
How can I expect them to keep it?
With no home
And no one to go to
What do I say,
When I can't say anything at all?
Who do I trust?
Certainly not myself
Or him
Or them
Our plans are always canceled
So I guess I'll just stay home again
Alone
In my room
Dad's not home
I'm here alone
Again
In my room
Their rides never show up
Something always comes up
No one ever shows up
There's no reason to get dressed up
Do your makeup
Put on that dress
And curl your hair
Wait by the door
But nobody's there
They said they'd meet you at four
But now it's six, morning's light
Your friend still nowhere in sight
"Sorry, I couldn't get a ride"
Bitch you can drive
"It's fine, maybe next time"
They lie
You lie
You cry
This happens every time
I feel so cold
I am alone
Nobody's home
9/15/17
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Bad Poetry for Nobody But Me
PoetryI've been writing more since I stopped talking to everyone so I guess I'll post some here for no one to read. More for safe keeping than anything tho tbh.
