With out a friend

Torn up inside with sorrow, listening to the worst, looking at the pictures, reminded of the days that she has missed.

shes fake as she could ever be. with out a past story. this is what she has left. a life to misconcieve.

locked in pain and loneliness. and unquestionable tears that are everything but full of pure happiness.

this life shes living, it has to end. how can someone love and live. with out a true friend?