A Friend
Melissa, Age 14, Alameda, CA

          I called someone when crying, to think that they’d be there,
          But then I realized to myself, that they don’t even care.
          To think you have a friend is somewhat comforting,
          But then you realize that that same person is only just a thing.
          A friend is an understatement that people misuse much,
take hold of it and grab it, but then get thrown under the bus.
          Feeling lonely inside is not the cure at all,
          It’s having someone beside you, to catch you when you fall.
          The only thing I wish for, is one little lonely friend,
          Whose comforting words with stay with me, till the very end.

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