(Re-editted due to lots of grammar errors!)
"Look at me, please? " she reached for the cloaked figure, her fingers just grazing the blackened robe's silk. She couldn't believe this was happening again. Another friend leaving.
"It's not me, it's you." The figure declared, still not lifting the hood from its site. "This is your fault."
"What did I do?" She whimpered lightly stepping towards the figure, causing it in turn to step back further.
"This is your fault. So many things are wrong with you." it said simply, no trace of friendship in its voice. Where there once was love now pulsed a deep hate. The figure began to turn from the gently
(this was made years ago... damn...)
She sits alone again,
tear stained face.
holding herself close.
No one hears the screams.
she hides them in,
her holey sweater now.
Her heart rips fast again.
she gasps for air,
as she tries to drown out the sound.
Oh the pain she feels,
in a land that isn't her own.
Stuck inside her pain,
she screams for the hand of a friend.
the one who went away,
and left her in the end.
she tries not to miss the bliss that was able to make her smile,
but the restricted heart rips as she tries to stand again.
Her sweet is far away,
the distance between them.
she's reminded everyday,
that she can't h