Stupid blog didn't work last time so here we go again....
Disclaimer: This is not how I feel right now so don't worry. It's just my favorite poem I ever wrote
He Sat There Alone
He sat there alone
No one to talk to
I wasn't there
And neither were you
The people that knew him
Which were quite few
Seemed to outnumber
The ones that he knew
Then one day
He finally cracked
As the realization
That good friends he lacked
Caused him that day
To clench up his fists
As he picked up a knife
And slit open his wrists
He sat there alone
No one to talk to
I wasn't there
And neither were you
