When it is this loanliness you feel,
it is the ache within your heart
begging you to love something,
or someone,
other than yourself.
This is why she surrounds herself
will so called friends.
That is why he is the best
at the sport he plays.
They try to fill the void with something
that will never fill it.
Then they turn to me
and ask me what is wrong
and why I sit in this corner
with red tears streaming down my face.
I tell them nothing and they leave,
for fear of the truth.
So then,
assuming this is the case,
why did you ask?
And why didn't I tell you
I'm like this because of you?
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