Treasure Island

Vonda Overlie

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A friend in Need


Alone. Noone to talk to.
Alone. Noone to confide in.

All have betrayed.
Sister, brother, mother, friend.
No one to bear my soul to.

Limitless life.
Limitles stress.

Thoughts dance in my head.
Questions tossed aside.
There are no answers.
Noone to talk to.
Noone to confide in.

I hope in hope.
The sun will shine again.

The stream will bubble through, washing away the pain.
I will be cleansed.

Somebody to talk to.
Somebody to confide in.
It's always been you!

Submitted: Wednesday, May 23, 2007
Edited: Tuesday, March 01, 2011

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  • Elenia Burson (4/14/2008 12:16:00 PM)

    hey! i really good and i really do feel this way in mylife right now, when i read the end, it made me feel like i will have somebody to talk to.



    Love frome, Elenia (Report) Reply

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