*Warning* Suicide and self harm, this is not encouraging any of it. Just a poem that I randomly thought of when I was scared that a girl I knew was going to commit suicide. Luckily she didn't, and I wrote this because people care. There is always someone who will care and miss you.
She's missing him again.
Even though she tries so hard not to.
She still does.
She sits on her bed.
Tries to read a book.
But just she can't get him out of her mind.
Her eyes stray to her phone.
She knows exactly how to reach him.
It's first on the favorites list.
Right above her parents' numbers.
With a all caps label that says 'best friend'
She should've called him weeks ago.
She knows exactly why she hasn't called.
She misses him too much.
The long silences had hurt too much.
So she turned away.
They both turned away.
No more hanging out together.
No more hanging out together.
No more laughing together.
No more of anything together.
Sometimes she feels so alone.
So she reaches out for the phone.
But she stops herself.
With a memory of his shocked face.
The words she had prayed not to hear.
Said so soft, but heard so harsh.
He didn't feel the same way.
Why couldn't he have felt the same way?
But he didn't.
So now he's not there.
Not there when she needs him most.
She reaches for the phone, hesitates.
She shouldn't call.
She can't call.
But she needs him now.
She goes to his name.
Closes her eyes.
Clicks call.
Holds the phone to her ear.
Ringggg.
Ringggg.
Ringggg.
No answer.
It's an answering machine.
She's never heard it before.
He always answered.
Even in the middle of the night.
She can remember making it with him.
Laughing as they talk.
So silly.
So happy.
So perfect.
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Lonely stands for...
PoetryCollection of sad poems, not all about being lonely really but when I thought of the title I suddenly had a poemish thing too and I decided to just use them both. Gotta hate spur-of-the-moment oddness. WARNING, not everything rhymes, most doesn't...
