Loneliness is the worse friend

Lucia

I sat in my room day after day.

I wondered if someone was going to ask me to play.

I wrote letter after letter with no response, how could someone just forget me?

I felt like my presence was only needed when someone was bored.

I loved the clothes I wore because they filled that void of being alone but now I'm seen as a whore.

Is this what loneliness is?

The one friend that never leaves but always makes you feel alone?

I want constant interaction with someone with just a little time.

I crave attention from someone but that's just too much to climb.

A list of names

A list of letters

A list of sent messages

All for me to sit by the door waiting for the mailman who doesn't seem to come.

Tears filled my eyes as the friends I thought I had turned me numb.

Loneliness leads to picking flowers from a garden with no soil to grow.