8 November 2012
I sit at a desk in loneliness, Wondering how I got into this mess. I am no longer alike my friends, I don't like the same trends.
I'm innocent I don't find trouble fun, I feel like I want to be shot with a gun. They laugh together happily, Whilst I sit there alone as can be.
I have been told to make new friends, But I can't bear to let our years long friendship end. Help- that is what I need, To be honest it is what I greed.
Lonely • Opuss № I