I wish I had a friend at home,
because I am always alone.
If I had someone to talk to,
I wouldn\'t have days blue.
In person I actually have no one,
my days in fact don’t feel done.
Weekends are at times boring,
my parents are easily snoring.
While I am living sick as well,
lasting sometimes feels as hell.
Keeping my head up is fighting,
as I stay at my top, writing.
Being lonely is hard to accept,
I have tears inside, just wept.
As a loser, it is difficult to live,
but I must maintain and give!