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It's so hard to go through life Separated from your friends. Without a friend to tell everything to, Be it everything that was great, Or everything that wasn't, You feel empty. Alone. Depressed. Conversing via text, Facebook, Or snapchat Just isn't the same. You want someone to hug you Or run up and surprise you Just for the heck of it, Or just to make you smile. You want to feel the connection When you look into someone's eyes And can see their story. And you want someone to listen As you try to unravel your own. Especially if you're broken And torn to shreds From all the use Your so called friends at school Put you through. You want to know that someone's There At 3 am When the tears and hurt won't stop. But how do you know If the person you text everyday Will be there for you When you think about ending it all: The pain The sleeplessness The everything? How do you know They're there When you never hear their voice Or see what's behind their eyes? How do you know They're not fed up With all of your life's problems? How do you know...? I don't.
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Apr 14, 2014
Apr 14, 2014 at 2:05 PM UTC
Faith in Friends
It's so hard to go through life Separated from your friends. Without a friend to tell everything to, Be it everything that was great, Or everything that wasn't, You feel empty. Alone. Depressed. Conversing via text, Facebook, Or snapchat Just isn't the same. You want someone to hug you Or run up and surprise you Just for the heck of it, Or just to make you smile. You want to feel the connection When you look into someone's eyes And can see their story. And you want someone to listen As you try to unravel your own. Especially if you're broken And torn to shreds From all the use Your so called friends at school Put you through. You want to know that someone's There At 3 am When the tears and hurt won't stop. But how do you know If the person you text everyday Will be there for you When you think about ending it all: The pain The sleeplessness The everything? How do you know They're there When you never hear their voice Or see what's behind their eyes? How do you know They're not fed up With all of your life's problems? How do you know...? I don't.
katie-biesiada
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Apr 14, 2014
Apr 14, 2014 at 2:05 PM UTC
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