you’re sitting in one corner
in the other, the rest
from all those other people
no one likes you best

have you ever sat on a bench
hoping someone will come sit next to you
thinking how much fun it would be
if you had someone to talk to

people run away when they see you
won’t talk to you even if they’re bored
there isn’t anything worse
than being ignored

not even one friend or acquaintance
not even one simple mate
slowly the loneliness
turns into hate

you’ll start living in the dark
you’ll grow more and more insane
as more and more suicidal thoughts
start to enter your brain

and suddenly you’re gone
to never to be seen
that’s the moment they realise
what jerks they’ve been