poems from a lonely girl

sleep

every time I close my eyes
I hear them
I see them

so-called friends

their backhanded compliments
half-hearted gifts

sniggers behind my back
"accidentally" forgetting to invite me

taking pictures without me
"accidentally" cropping me out

their eyes like black beads
staring coldly from a distance

watching as I gave my all just to receive
nothing in return

icy hearts and stone cold souls

how could they pretend to care so much about someone who
might as well be dead to them now?