Need a Friend

They no longer pay attention to me.
They point and laugh.
Call me names.
I don't know how much more I can take.
They throw things at me as I walk away in despair.
Just once I wish to talk to someone without the name calling as I walk up to them.
I hate it.
I feel so alone,
so sad.

I don't like these new emotions.
Are you happy now that you make me feel this way?
I need a friend to share with me all that I feel.
To share a laugh with me, a cry, a memory.
I need a friend to keep this empty tattered soul from growing cold.
But, sadly.
No hears my plea.

This is all I've known,
and I fear it is all I ever will know.