after i write this, the rest of the day i'll prob feel like shit

Devote this to the hopeless

give me medication again
i feel too alone here
no one to call a friend
no one cares to hear my fears
and no one could bear
walking around with a heart like this
your close to writing hits
im close to calling it quits
its why these words will never be herd

living in this house
away from the place that it never felt right to call home
as quite as a mouse
i whisper, once again i'm all alone

i miss the few friends i have in the town
even thought i consider half of those few fake
drop me in the middle of a lake where no one fishes
in the middle of the night
no one will hear me, (no one ever has), i won't make a sound
as once again i sink to the bottom
and drown


they tell us we can all make a difference. we can all find someone, we just have to look. but they're wrong. i've looked and looked. im the lost seaman that will never find his way. they say we can all be friendly, we can walk up and start a conversation. but what if we don't have the strength to do that? i need friends that will be there for me. that won't give up. that will make the first effort to help me when im hurt. and i ask, how can they do all of that if they can't even come up and say hi? so i wait. and i've looked for people that seem like me. those are the only people ill go up to. but so far, i haven't found any of them either. Boston, your a great city. but with all the people here, do you think you could find one that will be my friend? a good friend. cause if not, im sorry, but i think im going to have to pack my bags and go back to the town i've been dying to get out of. how good is life, and some of its best opportunities if you don't have anyone to share them with?

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