The terrified, nervous friend,
Knowing today is another dead end,
Nothing to text, as never a reply,
Don’t say you’re there, it’s another lie,
The laughing and stares in the street,
There are never one, always a fleet,
They’re Facebook posts, don’t mean a lot,
They don’t care, only about the likes they got.
Battling with your mind is hard,
No more excuses, she’s used her last card.
She’s feels like an idiot needing help to confess,
Especially with her support getting less and less,
Get your arses in gear, you’ve heard enough stories of no support,
Don’t wait for another news report.
About the Creator
Rachael Storey
Hi all ; I have been writing since I was young. I write all the time, when I write, I can’t think about anything other than the words flowing from my mind onto the page, all my emotions run out dancing to the rhythm.
Keep reading
More stories from Rachael Storey and writers in Poets and other communities.
Comments
There are no comments for this story
Be the first to respond and start the conversation.