(there was an entry before this)
teenage pitiful girl
sits in her chair
and types away
to no one 
talking to
no one
and listening
to no one
pining for
a someone
she cannot reach
with words
not the words
she types to 
no one
not the words
she speaks
to herself
she thinks
of someone
and taks to no one
falls for someone
yet confesses
to no one
she mearly sits
and types
poor poetry
about someone
that no one
will read
at all