Was I nine?
Or all of ten?
When I learned of The lonely.
I knew about it way back then.
I don’t think I’d wish that on anyone.
Even after all the hate filled words,
Have been poured out against everyone.
We all get lost,
I could wish that hurt for you,
But weren’t we star crossed?
I guess we all have it,
We are all exposed.
I just never had,
Immunity to what I chose.
So my soul withers.
I never understood the choice.
I know you said you would be here always.
Even though I heard, it must not have been your voice.
And I am getting by.
I can manage myself from day to day.
I just have to remind myself.
That no one means, they never believe,
Any of what they say.