Somehow when everything starts to crumble, there are always those who remain, those who stay whatever happens. That’s what I thought. That’s how I thought it (eventually) would be. Because that’s how it worked out for a lot of people, right?
But somehow, somewhat,
I ended up alone.
And I didn’t understand why. It didn’t make sense.
I was drowning. And everyone around me is breathing.
It was a silent, suffocating way to die.
No one reached a hand out. Everyone was there. But no one was there.
You understood me better than anyone.
You were the one person I thought would collect me up as I shatter into thousand fragments.
But you weren’t there.
You weren’t there for me.