I've forgotten what it was like
to have someone there for you
when you needed them.
I've gotten so used to being my
only friend
that I can't recognize the
kindness in another person.
I've become bitter toward
the human race
for leaving me alone in a time when I needed
someone the most.
I felt as if I was a drifting wood,
floating amidst the blue seas.
Endless.
I found no other drifters.
Endless.
I found a horizon that I could not reach.
Here I am,
a floating soul with
a neverending ocean of solitude.
I am my own friend
and I feel like I'm losing me too.
Feb 27, 2013
Feb 27, 2013 at 3:33 PM UTC
I've forgotten what it was like
to have someone there for you
when you needed them.
I've gotten so used to being my
only friend
that I can't recognize the
kindness in another person.
I've become bitter toward
the human race
for leaving me alone in a time when I needed
someone the most.
I felt as if I was a drifting wood,
floating amidst the blue seas.
Endless.
I found no other drifters.
Endless.
I found a horizon that I could not reach.
Here I am,
a floating soul with
a neverending ocean of solitude.
I am my own friend
and I feel like I'm losing me too.
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