Who
Can hear me cry?
Who hears my loneliness?
Who knows how sad I am?
Who sees me for who I am?
Am I nothing anymore?
I can't write any longer.
My doctor says take this.
But the drug won't cure my loneliness.
Lacey mews at my feet.
"You're so sweet, baby."
She's my only friend and she can't even speak.
I wish I had some one to sit next to me while I write.
Or talk to me late at night.
YOU ARE READING
Write One
FantasyA lonely writer finds love in a shocking manner. But is she the right one?
