There used to be six of us, now I’m alone.
Somewhere along the line we grew apart.
Hovered around leaving with our separate drones.
We were inseparable at the start.

One we call the crazy one, we had to always save her from trouble.
Two, too friendly, we guarded her from getting hurt.
Three, was the busy bee, we helped her stay social.

Four, always wanted more of our time, we would gave her some space.
Five, always dived heart first into relationships, we protected it.
And I was six, always alone, never in the mix.

I was always lonely, they never protected or helped me.
So now I’m here, not only lonely but also alone.