I’m in a place where silence and loneliness meet. I’ve spent my days trying to say as few words as possible.

I’m consumed in your blankets, time is lost in the flicker of your lone candle.

I am half awake and trying to reason what’s wrong with this picture. You tell me that I’ve changed, you say my heart is as empty as my words.

As much as I will deny you the satisfaction of being correct, you know me. It’s the first time in years I’ve left myself open to someone.

I know people who say they are my friends but never reply to my calls. I know people who say they are my friend but they only speak to me when they’re intoxicated. I’ve seen smiles and felt the embrace of people who have blocked me out of their life.

It seems that everything comes full circle when you’ve been a bad companion, and for the first time I feel alone and helpless.

Who is there to blame when you seclude yourself so much that even you forget you exist.

I’m listening to an acoustic song that reminds me of everything I’ve done wrong, I’ll put it on repeat and fall asleep.