Have you ever felt like you're drifting from people you used to be close to? It shouldn't hurt, But it hurts so bad. The toughest of us Are broken by the tiniest things. We learn to live in the fog— Numb, dark, and silent. And I should have seen it coming, Yet I'm crying. I should have drawn the line, But caring wouldn't let me. Now I'm paying the price, While I should be basking in solitude’s glow. I'm here, teary-eyed And scrolling. Waiting, wondering, begging this to be fake, Yet I know it's real— Too real, ’Cause every part of me feels the ache. And I'm praying this isn't me for the rest of my life, But I know, deep down, not everyone gets a happy ending.