Tell me.


The outsider. Thats basically what I am. They rather be with someone else. Want nothing to do with me. No one tells me anything. When I ask them what they are whispering about they say it's nothing then change the subject.

It's nothing.

I was her friend first. I was the one that talked to her when she was the new kid. It's not fair.

It's nothing.

You used to hate her. Now you’re better friends with her than you ever were with me. What did I do wrong? Please tell me.

It's nothing.

All I want is a real friend. One that won’t leave me. Like everyone else does. What's wrong with me? Tell me.

It's nothing.

One that will tell me everything. One that I will tell everything. Secrets, that's all we are. Why don’t you like me? Tell me please.

It's nothing.

It's not fair. You never told me a thing. Then she shows up and you spill your guts on her shoulder. Was I not good enough? Tell me. Tell me.

It's nothing.

Tell me. Tell me something. Anything that holds value. Tell the hole in my heart something. One thing. That's all I ask.

It's nothing.

Be my friend again. Anybody? Nobody.

It's nothing.

Tell me! Please! Help me! Please... But you won’t.

Tell me what's wrong, you ask me as if you care.

It's nothing!