alone.
sometimes you just want to die,
and say “hey” give it a try,
but sometimes you know ,
that, that’s not the way to go,
yet you seem to be in the way
of other peoples needs.
how do you live up?
when you can’t keep up?no phone calls,no texts.no messages.no nothing
alone all the time,
with a pencil in one hand,
and notebook in the other.
and you write.
what you feel, because
this notebook is your only friend,
the only friend you have,
with a coil spine,
and 88 pages or more,
you talk about how you feel,
and about how you are alone,
you want somebody.
you need somebody.
how can you fill this need ?!
can’t anybody suceed .
you just can’t go on.
living each day like this
alone.
forgotten.
but what can you do ?
you’re “friends” say they’re busy.
“get out of our way”
as you sit in the hallway,
with a pencil in one hand,
and a notebook in the other,
your only friend.
you’re alone.
