Bandaid: A Collection Of Poems

My perpetual loneliness makes me bitter

Don't feel bad for yourself
You have people who care
Way more people then I do
And it just isn't fair

You have friends
And I don't
I'm completely alone
Sure, I have you
But that's it
Otherwise,
I'm on my own

You have a million of me
I'm not special
You can replace me in an instant
My presence is inessential

If I left your life it'd be a minor dent
But if you left mine
It would be eternal lent