When I say I don’t have friends,
I don’t mean I have no friends.
I mean I have no friends here
anymore to do things with.
It’s hard to be the one who
stayed. It’s lonely without you.
When I say I don’t have friends,
I don’t mean I have no friends.
I mean I have no friends here
anymore to do things with.
It’s hard to be the one who
stayed. It’s lonely without you.
I’m tired of being alone,
but I’m also tired of trying.
Why am I the only one?
Why is this a one-way street?
It feels like when I reach out,
people step away from me.
Friends make excuses,
dates cancel plans,
and family tells me to go away.
I’m never enough,
no matter my intentions.
Why aren’t I good enough?
What do I have to do
to get some love around here?
SHouldn’t everyone be loved?
Why am I the exception?
Alas, I have finally lost all hope.
Nothing to do now except to mope.
If a tree were to fall
in the middle of a dense wood
there is no one to hear it’s pain.
If a girl screams for help
in the middle of a crowd,
everyone pretends not to hear.
Nothing I do helps.
I’m a damsel in distress.
Please be my hero.