NO ONE FRIENDED ME
I always dreamt about how beautiful it would be to have a lot of friends.
I always imagined how it felt to have a little attention to myself.
I always wanted to have the idea of being the heard in the group.
I always wanted to hear the sound of how true friendship sounded.
I found myself stuck in a trance, seeking to have a different version of me.
I was afraid of being alone that I forgot the feeling of being known.
I was in the group, but was I really in the group?
I was just a spare part, that could be replaced anytime.
All my relationships felt like entanglements in a way.
Never serious and they were ticking bomb waiting to go off.
Any second, any minute they would vaporize.
However hard I prayed, however much I hoped
The result was always the same and I was still alone.
I followed some on Gram and we'll, it was the closest I got to being a friend.
I could teach to pictures posted and laugh at what others had.
Wait, I didn't even know these people but the feeling was real.
People call me a loner, but they won't be my friends.
People call me emotional, but they don't know the cause.
Some call me insane because I sing to myself all the time.
The world has marked me as depressed but they don't know me.
Try reading my story and you will know me.
Well, I laugh with the loudest pitch and well, they all love it.
I hold on to the broken and hope to correct their pain.
I seek to find a solution for problems that are not mine.
BRIELLE. ❤️
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