No One
No one wants to be friends with the depressed kid
Or the one with crippling anxiety
That poor child who was traumatized, but
Everyone steps away when she needs help
When the evil
Dark
Oh, so evil thoughts creep back
And she begins to cry during her lessons in class
But that’s just who she is
The depressed kid
Who sits in the corner
Crying
Alone
With no one to turn to
No true friends
She stays in the corner, rocking
To comfort herself, because that’s
All that she knows to do
She’s never had anyone hold her
And tell her that she will be alright
No one to tell her that she is loved
No one to show her affection
No one to massage her hand while she cries
No one to care if she-
No one wants to be friends with that depressed kid who cries in the back corner of your class.
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