Does anyone actually care?
Or is friendship a lie.
I felt like I trusted people
But now I don't know.
Is there anyone there
Who will listen to me?
I dont want something bad...
But it might lead to it.
Who do I trust?
Who is there?
I feel noone there.
I feel nothing here.
I'm numb.
I'm a wreck.
Who can save?
Or who can learn to say goodbye...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Desperation makes us long for true friends, they will come if we ourselves have been true as friend! Thanks for sharing, a 10.