Long Lonely Life || 11
I have no friends.
It feels like I do have friends at times,
but if I think about it,
it seems like I'm an extra piece.
An optional path.
A second choice.
The back-up friend.
The complicated one.
The one with too many problems to count.
I've been calling for years and years and years.
But you never sent me no messages.
You didn't send no letters.
Where were you?
Lost insecure, you found me.
Lying on the floor, surrounded.
Why'd you have to wait?
Where were you?
Just a little late.
You found me...
Why'd you have to wait to find me?
Hopefully things change for the better once I enter my new school the next year.
This song came on and they started singing it.
They didn't know they were singing my song.
All I needed was a call that never came.
Lost and insecure,
You found me.
Lying on the floor
Surrounded.
Why'd you have to wait?
Where were you?
Just a little late.
You found me...
Why'd you have to wait.. to find me, to find me...?
And you left me...
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author's note:
sorry this was a little depressing but it wasn't really a letter... just spewing thoughts.
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Letters To You
RandomIn my mind I am the most outgoing person in the world. But on the outside, I'm very closed and reserved. I just can't say these things to your face.
