When I needed a hand, no one was around.
When I bled out my pain, no one ever cared.
When I needed an ear, no one ever listened.
When I cried myself to sleep, no one was awake.
When I needed a hug, no one ever held me.
When I was alone and scared, no one ever came.
Yes, I’ve always been needy…
And “No One” is my name.
K. Aldaya, 1/31/18