catculus

Yay for bad poetry!

She hides in corners
The world has forgotten;
Life becomes a foggy dream.
Craving attention:
She knows not where to find it
Hidden in a corner
She cries.

Old friendships fade--
New ones die
Before they begin.
All she has left
is disillusionment;
Eversteady it grows
As reality fades.

No one really seems to Notice anymore.
No one calls
The only ones who write
Are the ones seh will never meet.
Alone in a corner
No one stops to ask "What's wrong"
Everyone is too busy for her.

And she knows
That death is not the answer.
But she doesn't go to class
And food is no longer appealing.
She dreams of masturbation
No false relationships--
No relationshipsat all.

And who is there to call "best friend?"
Who is there to call,
To even call at all?
Thousands of miles between
Anyone who seems to care--
Thousands of miles
That feel like millions.

Craving love
And touch and affection
Things unattainable--
Craving friends
And long conversations
About nothing and everything
The future and the Past
Beginning and End.

She is ill
She spends her days in bed
No need to hid in corners--
She hides under blankets now.
She worries that nothing can save her
She worries that no one will try
Under blankets the tears are dry.