When you feel your friendships slipping through your fingers,
Like powder white sand,
Its time to start look over your choices that you've made.
The friends that you thought could never part stop talking to you,
Or you get the sinking feeling every time you see their face;
Maybe it time to move on.
NO
You don't want to move on,
You don't want to part,
You still want to be there.
You try everyday to get closer,
But they push you away further,
And you realize your becoming lonely.
The loneliness,
That you spent so long trying fill,
Starts to gape once again.
It starts to overwhelm you,
And you cry for help,
Yet no one hears you,
And you stare off in the void.
You try to cry out once again,
In hope for response.
There in the faint quietness,
Alone voice stands out,
But it's to far to reach out and grab.
Ironically, you become engulfed,
In the quiet, cold, void called loneliness.
