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.
One-Way Street
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?
Lost All Hope
Alas, I have finally lost all hope.
Nothing to do now except to mope.
If a Tree Were to Fall
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.
Damsel in Distress
Nothing I do helps.
I’m a damsel in distress.
Please be my hero.
