Silence

I used to wonder how people could handle silence.

 

Now I sit here and welcome it like an old friend.

 

I like the silence... sometimes.

 

It gives me time to think,

 

to wonder,

 

to worry.

 

I think about why I've no friends.

I wonder why no one likes me.

I worry when depression will get me again.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

A little ramble, and doesn't really go well.

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