Baskadia

No. 2

It's what i've always been

I've walked behind a pair

No one would even care

I've sat alone in the back seat of a car

Remained silent like a chargeless guitar

I would try again and again

but life became blue and grey

No one even glances my way

Life in the books; i envy it so much

cause I've realized

friendship like that is something out of my clutch

Someone be willing to die?

For me?

I can barely call them

when i need.

So I idealize friendship

of a book's script

Hoping one day it will fill this void in my heart and the voice in my head

repeating I'll never be good enough