it hurts when the people
who were once your best friends,
who you once whispered secrets to during those special sleepovers,
who shared their love of the same shows as you
it hurts when those people now look straight past you in the corridors,
as if you are nothing more interesting than a piece of peeling paint on the wall
it hurts when they smile and make eye contact with your new friends, whilst refusing to even look at you
because those people were once your everything
those people meant the world to you
now you realize they never felt the same way
now every time you see them, laughing and having fun without you
you feel ugly, worthless.
like a stain upon their past
what's the point? no one cares about you anymore
it was as if, at that point, you'd already stopped existing.
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poems from a lonely girl
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