Friend
Used to tell you everything.
Sitting downstairs, playing games.
Birthday cake, and secrets.
Lonely now.
Just words on the screen.
Never knowing who cares.
Always there for you.
But where are you now?
YOU ARE READING
Vulnerable
PoetryVolume 2 I write down my feelings. ** No one is going to read this. But it's here if you're bored and you can read this in one sitting. *Suggest reading "Invisible" my first poetry book* *its better and much more happier then the last*
