Talk to me
I am lost and so are you
We only cling together
’Cause there’s nothing else that we can do
And I wish this never happened
Because it’s something I can’t bear
I feel like a spectator
Of a suffering that’s so unfair
Who are we
We are crying ’cause we’re scared
We search so hard for answers
Even though we know there’s nothing there
Sorry about the above. It’s just a coping mechanism; pay it no notice.
I heard from my friend the other day. And now I just don’t know what to think. She says she’s OK, and that although she’s still not being allowed home, they aren’t hurting her or her friends, and it’s all cool.
Obviously, it’s not cool. Not at all. She obviously doesn’t want us worrying, but pretending everything is fine when it so clearly isn’t is going to fool no-one.
We’ve been back at school for a couple of days now, but nobody can concentrate. I certainly can’t.