Friends

By: Abigail Wormwood

Another long day, at the place I love most,

Surrounded by friends, but I’m just a ghost.

The hours I spent, with people I know,

Somehow seem worthless when feeling this low.

I passed the time, with a desperate hope,

More and more often, it seems like a joke.

I just want to know, that I’m not alone –

But none of them ever answer the phone.

I’d reach out for comfort, only a touch,

Except my brain always says I’m too much.

I’ll never locate the right words to say:

They are the reason I make it each day.

Tomorrow will come and I’ll try again,

But please don’t force me to wait until then.