tis the connections that is 'it'

catefrances

she sits alone
in a silent house
the air is still and she thinks
it's all she can do.
she craves connection but
they dont come
she reaches out but
she need not have bothered
they dont understand
they never will
she needs the connection
no one ever gets it
her being alone is death
their presence her breath
to live. to know what it is to be human
thats the key. every time she cries
but still...
the crisis comes..
... and stays...
... it waits, but...
slowly...
... slowly...
... she drowns
and they stand by and watch her go under.

justam

Will a female friend do in this case?

prism

:(