The names don´t hurt we say, but of course they do.

My mom told me my name was sacred,

and here I am thinking

¨If its so sacred, why don´t they know about it?¨

I see the sadness in every corner,

it covers the loneliness,

but its not a good protector.

Its more of a partner.

Partnered together with the stillness,

-the quite-

the group of lasts and forgotten

out there in the corner of

-theres – no – one – whos – your – friend-.

I see myself in that corner,

and here I am thinking;

¨loneliness hurts worse than sticks and stones¨

I´ve never had a broken bone,

but I´ve also seen others take razes to my heart

and decide its okay to cut

it to pieces.

She doesn´t need one.

Dismissive and cold,

no they weren´t.

They were just there,

they were just looking at people,

and looking at their friends,

and seeing only them.

Nothing new.