The Lights; What's Broken

The lights

outside

burning into my skin.

 

The lights,

they're connected by strings,

each one

hanging onto the other

for support.

 

The lights,

they rely on each other.

If one were to fall,

the rest would follow.

 

Oh, why,

Couldn't my friendships be

this way?

 

We're supposed

to rely on one another.

To be there

for each other.

 

But when I need them,

they aren't there.

 

Not connected.

Like the lights are.

alina

VA

17 years old

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