A Friend

I grew up without friends. All everyone did was push me and make me feel an inch tall and that I did not have a purpose in the world. I felt like the girl in my poem I wrote.
A broken heart always,
And anxiety was everyday.
Depression was always there,
And sadness had its way.

She looked out the window,
And a tear would come by.
She always thought to herself,
Mainly on ways she could die.

Could anyone ever love her,
Just the way she acts?
She's to herself mostly,
A friend is what she lacks.

Hearing the students everyday,
Their words were never nice.
She didn't like these students,
She wanted a better life.

Why was it always this way,
Nobody wanted her around.
She always came to class on time,
But she never made a sound.

She never spoke a word,
And others let her be.
Time passed by, nobody knew,
That death was what she'd see.

Others didn't realize,
Until it was too late.
She had killed herself,
Thinking it was her fate.

Everyone could not believe,
That she'd go to the end.
Just because she wanted,
One little friend.

By Angela Wheeless
Published: 7/12/2005 		Your Contributions: Tell us a Poem! You don't have to be a Buzzle.com author to contribute to Poetry Bee. Submit a poem of your own right now!
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