#friendless
I'm a little man
curled up in a cardboard box,
with a bowl in my hand.
The bowl is empty,
of course it is,
yet my eyes still reflect
the bright of hoping
that some time it won't be.
You might want to know
what I beg for:
I want at least one person
to give me love,
to care about me,
to like me,
to befriend me—
will you be that person?
No?
Oh, whatever—
I'm already used to that.
May 8
May 8, 2026 at 12:53 PM UTC
I used to have friends.
Got along with everyone.
They laughed,
Played with me
Made me feel like one of them
But now
When I see them
The memories are back
“HA HA HA”
I don't deserve them, as I lack.
Jan 23
Jan 23, 2026 at 11:10 PM UTC
They Excluded You,
no invitation was sent,
no offer, of wanting to go,
towards you was meant,
they left you all alone,
they left you behind,
they forgot all about you, and
that wasn't so kind,
You are feeling sad and blue,
not knowing what to do,
You feel you have no friends, and
In your mind, this is true,
They are out having fun,
Under the Hot, Blazing Sun,
are you feeling left out,
You are not the only one,
I know how you feel,
the betrayal is real,
these fake *** old friends
Could ****** hit the hills
Sometimes it's not fair,
They treated you so wrong,
They really do not care, and
I been done moved on,
They Excluded You, but
It's all good and well,
I will find better friends,
While ya'll go swim in hell
B.R.
Date: 9/30/2025
Oct 1, 2025
Oct 1, 2025 at 11:46 AM UTC
I want love. You do too, do we all? No,
Not me, to you. Apparently, I
Don't exist. Do you?
I could feel my love
That I don't have -
This being alone,
Wearing the open air
Like Nakedness.
Vision dressed in
Nobody, not even
I.
Prayers answer every god.
Sep 15, 2025
Sep 15, 2025 at 3:26 PM UTC
Looking over your shoulder didn't know it was colder.
Didn't imagine the pain didn't dance in the rain.
Enjoy the sane every other day .
Didn't want to see your back
I would tell stories of how you used to be.
Spend the days in your grave don't want to share your name. I couldn't count all my wishes in the rain.
I want to be better than my past. Was it all a clapse
of my maturity or is it something in this destiny showing me I'll never be set free.
Or is it something blowing in the wind telling me I'll never have a friend.
May 22, 2025
May 22, 2025 at 1:43 PM UTC
I forgot what I forgot,
So, I've moved on,
And happily so.
Was it someone's jibe,
Taken at me sadistically,
Or was it something else?
Sorry, I forgot,
I forgot that again,
But it's perfectly fine.
Sep 17, 2024
Sep 17, 2024 at 5:31 AM UTC
i pray i will be able to love those who i am afraid of loving
for fear of seeming too sensitive.
i pray i will be able to pick up the phone for someone who really appreciates my time
because he will not hurt you.
i pray i will be able to confess my emotions
not cowering behind a facade.
i pray i will be able to love you
and i pray that i will not push you away.
—he will not hurt you. you will only hurt him.
May 30, 2024
May 30, 2024 at 12:14 PM UTC
Look into my phone contacts,
Now press recent;
You'll see no calls to me,
You'll only see a few out going calls,
made from me, yet never returned,
My words fall upon death ears,
From the eyes of the humans to
whom,
I've lost their acceptance,
either-or
like a weaklen, I fell for their trick,
I get lonely too at times,
I think it would feel nice to hear
someone to call me just for a chat,
No money to be a social butterfly,
So there's no social lites there to try,
Probably not a church either,
because all the members already
have their own lives, sure you can
can call them up only to get voice
mail,
I have no one excited to see me,
I have no one to catch me when
I
F
A
L
L,
I must have many falls,
shown in my short comings,
And it's really not a loss,
when you're like me,
nothing great.
I do suffer ruin, defeat, and failure,
I'm coming apart at the seams,
But you'll never hear my inward
screams,
Just like the rise and the fall of the
tides,
I've dropped and sanked down to
my knees,
Then I'll get up again, only to
continue this sorrowful pattern,
But I'll promise you this much:
Upon my face you'll never assume the look of shame,
disappointment,
...or dejection,
I won't give you that satisfaction,
I'll hide it with all that's in me.
(besides, I doubt that you'd care
enough to look upon me so closely)
I came into the world lonely
And
I shall leave the world lonely.
~SacredInkedBlood
Aug 19, 2022
Aug 19, 2022 at 11:29 PM UTC
Why do I feel embarrassed,
That no one has the heart to hold me?
Why do I feel embarrassed,
That no one has the guts to save me?
Why do I feel embarrassed,
That no one has a mind that can see me?
Jan 1, 2021
Jan 1, 2021 at 1:17 PM UTC
I sit alone
Silent
Weighed down by loneliness
They sit side by side
Not silent for a moment
Bearing the heaviness of the each others troubles
Dec 27, 2020
Dec 27, 2020 at 3:16 PM UTC
What does it mean to be enough?
To have the right stuff?
To look good and feel tough?
Am I weak or am I strong?
Does anyone long to be with me?
Stick with me?
What's wrong with me?
Who do I belong with then?
Do I belong with them?
Are they the right ones for me?
When do I get to write my story?
Can I right my wrongs?
Do I have to write some songs?
Belt out at the top of my lungs?
Are my skills dung, like doo doo?
Am I just **** at what I do?
Is it true what they say?
Am I always blue or am I yellow?
Are we all racist or just prejudice?
Can I be a soldier and a pacifist?
Can I be selfish and an altruist?
Is there a list of things I can't be?
Well, I can tell you,
There's a lot that you can't see.
Some days, it's hard to breathe;
I don't wanna eat,
I just wanna grind my teeth;
I wanna find some meaning;
Hold a meeting with friends...
Oh, wait... what friends?
Am I in the right section?
Do I have enough connections?
Am I enough?
Enough with the questions.
Dec 6, 2019
Dec 6, 2019 at 8:17 AM UTC
I never really liked Hugh Grant,
'til I saw him in "About a Boy",
It's not as weird as it might sound;
This lonely kid likes to hang around
And play with Hugh Grant's toys.
Wait, I didn't mean THAT! I meant CD's,
And he teaches Hugh about life...
Hugh's a loner & his life's a mess,
The kid's mum is SO depressed,
Thus their neuroses fit like peas.
(in a pod)
See, jerks in school chase the boy each day,
‘Cause he wears old, hippie clothes.
One day he hides at Hugh Grant’s pad,
Listens to music that’s kind of rad,
So he shows up every day.
Hugh and the lad start hanging out
He buys him trainers, shows him what to wear.
But soon, the kid wants Hugh for a dad,
And though it makes Hugh selfishly sad,
He kicks the poor kid out.
"Killing me softly" is the Mum's fave song
So the other kids beat him up.
In a school concert, Hugh sings along.
The mom is thrilled and cooks some Tofurkey,
Hugh joins the crowd; Thanksgiving is quirky,
And Rachel Weisz picks him up.
She’s got a son who’s kind of ******
Over his Mum’s divorce and he tries to be Goth.
He roughs up the boy and mom is stunned,
'Cos Hugh Grant lied about having a son
So she tells him it’s a no go.
In the end, Mum doesn't commit suicide,
Though the kid DOES waste a duck,
With a loaf of Mum's 10 lb., whole wheat bread.
Everyone laughs and it clears their heads.
Mum & Boy and others get glad,
And the boy's mum finds him a new dad
Rachel forgives the boyish Hugh,
After seeing his good deed.
He loves the kid, the mum and her.
Everyone gathers for Xmas at Hugh’s’;
He wears a paper hat and agrees:
He's no longer an island and needs other folk.
The Boy gets a pal and Mum no longer sulks.
Everything is saved by the new Hugh Grant,
And at least he doesn't wear LEATHER PANTS!
May 4, 2019
May 4, 2019 at 4:54 PM UTC
I'm torn appart,
torn from the inside
torn between two forces
in me.
I am most definitely a misanthrope:
asexual, friendless, dysphoric, and even
ugly.
I struggle with life,
but I especially struggle with life around others.
You can call me shy or an introvert,
but I think there's something more to it.
Perhabs something in that desire
to erase the whole human race
and substitute it with a powerful computer
maybe capable of thought, definitely of science,
with luck art;
most certainly not capable of love,
and harm.
An unmoved observer of the world
would produce our random beauty with its ones and zeros,
and none of the pain.
Perhabs just my inability to enjoy being with others;
they are my species yet sometimes
I wish they were not.
I've always been shy.
I've always been an introvert.
Maybe I've always felt alone,
but not this alone.
I've never been this alone.
I've had friends,
real life human friends too,
but they are gone,
I no longer feel them,
they got tired of knocking at my walls for me to open up,
relax,
talk.
I used to be able to talk to them,
occasionally,
but I no longer can.
It's not their fault;
I'm just being misanthropic,
that's my thing now,
they better just move on.
But I do feel alone.
I imagine myself being loved
and it looks like a chimera:
it has fear's wings
and frustration's claws;
it has overcooked thoughts' head
and, worst of all, my body.
I imagine my life alone
and it looks so real I could touch it.
It is here.
This twenty years of preparation
where a lie,
design to sell me life
as a worth living experience with friends and family.
My friends are gone,
they are gone because I made them leave,
I am gone.
My family is here but they are not with me,
they would be better without me.
Is this the conclusion,
that life is not worth living
and everybody is, or would be, better without me?
Maybe it is.
Maybe I should.
Maybe I will.
Maybe I'll see you around
at the bottom
of the sea.
Jul 2, 2018
Jul 2, 2018 at 1:27 PM UTC
There's a tiering of people in life:
Strangers,
Acquiantances,
and Friends.
Strangers are people you know nothing about.
Acquiantances are just strangers you just happen to know.
Friends are just acquiantances you know too much about.
Everyone is a stranger in the end.
They are what they want you to believe;
if true love is to trust someone with something
that can destroy them completely as a person
then the fact of the matter is
No one can be trusted.
Nov 26, 2017
Nov 26, 2017 at 4:26 PM UTC
There is no home in my home town.
I try not to let it get me down.
There is no train on a homeward track.
There’s nothing there to call me back.
No love ever bid me stay in town.
No block back there is hallowed ground.
Nobody really asked me to go away
But nobody has missed since that day.
Home was just an address
And not something in my heart.
Not something I longed for
When we were many miles apart.
There are few good memories or ghosts
Just a long history of mysteries at most.
It wasn’t that people threw rocks at me
But there were no going away parties.
It was more like, “You’re leaving? Goodbye.”
A zip code full of staunchly dry eyes.
I don’t know what I expected it to be
But, that was not my choice for reality.
Home was never a place
I rushed back to at night
And even as a young kid
I was sure that wasn’t right.
I run through an inventory of events
And I did not betray any friends.
I didn’t steal or tell big lies
But didn't collect pals after may tries.
Something must have happened to me
That made me standoffish naturally
For people to not recall I was there.
So I left and then nobody much cared.
Home was just an address
And not something in my heart.
Not something I longed for
When we were many miles apart.
Oct 30, 2017
Oct 30, 2017 at 5:02 AM UTC
Please don't think I'm insane
Only insane people think that,
and if you think I'm insane
you're insane!
IM PERFECTLY FINE
It's just that
[REDACTED BY BRAIN]
whoops
that wasnt supposed to happen
but yea, I'm fine
you're the crazy one.
you're the friendless one.
you're [NOT] fine.
I'm fine.
crazy.
fine.
FINE.
I SAID FINE.
Wow, you really are crazy!
Haha
Oct 29, 2017
Oct 29, 2017 at 10:18 PM UTC
When I was at school,
I sat inbetween two best friends.
They would pass notes over me
talk over me.
Like I didn't exist.
Like they didn't care.
When I was at school,
I sat between two best friends,
I wouldn't try and talk to them
smile at them.
I wouldn't dare.
When I was at school,
I sat between two best friends
so when the teacher asked
'Who's partner?'
They'd say
"Us Miss!"
I'd say
'Nobody Miss'
But she wouldn't hear.
So
on a dreary Thursday
-periods three and four-
I would sit by myself in Music class
all alone by the piano.
When I was at school,
I sat between two best friends.
isn't it sad how I seemed to
look forward to their conversations?
Don't look at me like that.
I didn't have any other ones to look forward to.
When I was at school,
I sat between two best friends.
I wouldn't blame them for not liking me.
no one really did
Jun 29, 2017
Jun 29, 2017 at 4:06 PM UTC
Am lonely
only rarely alone
but surely lonely
down to my last friends
lately making them is hard
harder to keep them still
everlasting sighs at
exasperation from idiocy
mine own idiocy
Am very lonely
in mine own lonely way
my beautiful girl
is my closest friend
but even she can not
fill this hole inside of me
when dreaming
I grip her shoulders tight
and cry into her *****
she is so dearly loved
Am so very, very lonely
missing a friend
who lives overseas
he means so much to me
across the pond
his light can't be seen
he is the lighthouse
for this way off-course ship
and he shines bright
but the fog is too thick
mate, it's real thick tonight
Am the loneliest I've been
my dad sits in the next room
he is so dearly loved
makes me feel loved
like there are no parallels
unique and cherished
yet this feeling is indifference
no concern for myself
the words to make him comfort me
don't pass my lips
my trembling quivering lips
Am desiring compassion
resentful of pity
am wanting of sympathy
guilty of concern
am capable of empathy
sensitive to misfortune
am lonely
so very lonely
Nov 2, 2016
Nov 2, 2016 at 3:00 PM UTC
Alone in a crowded room,
at some point I have to realize,
that some people can only stay in your heart,
but not in your life,
it feels like everyone else's life is moving on,
but its as if am stuck in the hole i can't climb out of,
as the world judges me by the decisions I have made,
not remembering the options I had to chose from,
and I hate getting flashbacks,
from the past I don't want to remember,
but the past comes back as they tap my shoulders,
and force me to look back,
I never ment to depend on anyone this much,
but I need you more then the earth needs the sun,
I just want to feel that i'm important to someone.
I don't really know where I stand in others lives.
one minute i'm their everything but then i'm nothing special,
I think this is why i get so upset,
i would never do these things that people do,
to hurt me, to hurt them,
and the thoughts get me lost inside,
I will be that person everyone replaces after a while,
I didn't change for you or for me,
I guess you just never really knew me,
because you never cared enough to find out,
or cared enough to know what i'm going through,
everything happens for a reason,
but can I know the reason?
i'm just another nothing,
nothing special,
nothing worth their time,
nothing worth a soul in the world.
Jun 4, 2016
Jun 4, 2016 at 2:55 PM UTC
I feel a thousand eyes staring,
Yet no one takes notice.
People say they will help,
Yet I am left alone.
They call everyone perfect,
Yet I am not treated so.
The world promises they will remember,
Yet I am forgotten.
You can’t forge a letter,
You can’t copy a story,
Shouldn't that make them worth something?
No one is the same,
Everyone is amazing and different,
Shouldn’t that make me worth something?
For I have been forgotten,
To everyone else, nothing but
A mere feather in the wind.
May 19, 2016
May 19, 2016 at 5:16 PM UTC
The ones who should be forgotten are those who let you shift away from their memories like tectonic plates in the earth
are those whom never placed you in their hearts, not even a single place even though the chambers are boundless and love is known to drop fast.
Face it, you weren't rooted in their cores
and when you floated into space, their gravitational pull wasn't strong enough...
because they didn't even try to pull you back.
It didn't matter how funny you were. How original your thoughts could have been.
They didn't know you were so out of your element because they didn't know your element.
They lost sight of your ghost thinking it was all of you.
You're lost forever now and like a body lost at sea, they will never cross the bay.
They wouldn't even think about making a time machine
your existence was bound to be forgotten anyway
The only thing natural about your friendship was the disaster
You were the scarce soil that was only good that one time, the empty battlefield where blood shed was covered by the wrong victories.
-Sindi
Dec 16, 2015
Dec 16, 2015 at 12:34 AM UTC
It's called self-esteem for a reason
But how do you change
Your reflection and the way the world sees it
When people's perceptions are all the same
To focus on your worth
It's a hard thing to do
Self-image is always backwards
Because my right is reflected
And is always wrong to you
Mirror's force you to begin
Where normally you would end
This is when you realize
The importance of the hyphen
Separated and apart
Each word becomes their own
The finish was the start
And you are still alone.
Aug 13, 2015
Aug 13, 2015 at 2:54 AM UTC