I walk down the halls of my school, I sit alone at lunch. I have no one to truly come out with my feelings. I seem I can't find anyone who wants to listen to me and actually want to be my friend.
They have a saying, "Friends come and go."
Well it seems to me they only go rather than come. my depression has become the worse of me. It has allowed it to control the things I say and how I do them.
Every night when I lay my head, The only thing I can think of is that I get to sleep. I dream beautiful dreams as though they seem real.As I wake in the morning, I forget that I'm only human, and I'm still alive.
I see things in different ways then others and I think in other ways. I feel I could do better. As a person. I feel as I shouldn't be alone in a world with millions of people. No one to talk to, and no one to say they are here for me.
When will the true friend come along? when will there be someone who cares for me come along... I guess I must leave it up to faith. God knows my ways, and I try to do the best I am able to.