Lonely Hurts

The time this poem is read
I'm huddled in my bed
Hugging a cold hard pillow
Another sob story, I know

Everyone I know is surely out
Having lots of fun, no doubt
Me? I'm stuck in my little room
Counting away till it's night soon

The time you reach this part
I'm walking to a mini mart
I'll get myself lots of candy
And have myself a pity party

It's okay to be lonely, right?
It's not a thing to always fight
At least I hope it is not bad
I don't have to feel all that sad

The time you've reached this far
Whoever you even are
I'm staring at my phone with hope
To get a text, a call, but nope

I guess they're all pretty busy
It's not like they just forgot me
That's practically impossible, isn't it?
I sent a text, they maybe just didn't see it.

The time you've figured it all
And feel a little bit pitiful
I'll be curled up in my bed
Hoping that this poem is read.

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