Sitting alone, bored as hell, where are all my friends now?
Draining my batteries, using them quickly, what will I do?
Wasting all my time, there is goes, when will it end?
Blowing you off, don’t want to think about it, how should I deal with it?
Chewing on my thoughts, not much flavour, why do I keep on?
Picking apart my friends, limb by limb, does everybody do this?
Wondering my path, losing my way, can you help me?
Crying my eyes out, full of sadness, will you stop my tears?
Wishing I could sleep, pressing my eyes shut, won’t the images go away?
Needing to end this poem, here it is, will you read it again?
By: Tim Harrison
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