I sit in my room, staring at the wall.
Alone I sit and watch my blank wall.
Alone in the night - alone in the day
My best friend has slowly wandered away.
She says she is still there, but no conversation can we hold.
Alone..
Quarter after ten; a storms a brewing, but not out side. A storm that festers in my head.
I wait for my reply, but still no one is there.
I feel ignored, I feel no hope.
I text a friend whom talks of food, but still it does not fill the emptiness inside.
I try to write a poem, but no words come to mind.
Alone.. still no reply, so I sit and wait. Hoping that someday a friend may come by.
I haven't been able to write a true poem in weeks... I guess this is just my thoughts at the moment. I know, I ****! :/