What I’ve learned so far,
is that this is very, very hard.
It’s when you walk out of a room full of people,
and no one ever really notices you’re gone.
It’s talking to someone,
and them walking away mid-sentence.
It’s calling your best friend,
and desperately telling them you need advice,
and the dial tone playing, and they forget to call you back.
It’s reaching out to people
and being just a hair too short for them to actually notice,
that you need their love and support.
You need them to know you’re hurting.
Nights are hard, and nights are cold,
without a person lying beside you.
I want to cry all the time,
but I don’t even have any tears left to cry…
I just feel…numb.
Living from daydream to daydream,
dreading the days I see you walk by me,
and look through me as if I don’t exist anymore.
This is alone.
Maybe once all this finally feels normal,
that’s when I can learn to love someone again.