I dropped out—
but it feels like life dropped me, too.
Dreams I once chased lie folded
in empty rooms with no windows.
Friends were many; their laughter once spilled
like rain into every hour.
Now they are numbers I no longer call,
faces I pass and nameless in the street.
The ones who stayed fit in the palm of my hand.
I changed my number to soften the noise,
but silence became a mirror—
and the mirror shows how hollow I can be.
Love used to burn me—wild, reckless—
a torch that lit every ruin.
Now it is a candle snuffed by hunger,
a small flame I no longer reach for.
Without coin or promise, romance reads
like a joke written in someone else's ink.
My days dissolve without a map;
nights fall mute and starless.
Hours bleed like spilled ink
across the same tired page.
Once my heart steered us blindly,
my mind a loyal passenger.
Now the mind has risen—cold, unbending—
and the heart whispers from a locked cage.
I am still here.
Some days I am only a shadow—
a quieter self, waiting
for the world to remember my name.
Sep 20, 2025
Sep 20, 2025 at 6:32 AM UTC
I dropped out—
but it feels like life dropped me, too.
Dreams I once chased lie folded
in empty rooms with no windows.
Friends were many; their laughter once spilled
like rain into every hour.
Now they are numbers I no longer call,
faces I pass and nameless in the street.
The ones who stayed fit in the palm of my hand.
I changed my number to soften the noise,
but silence became a mirror—
and the mirror shows how hollow I can be.
Love used to burn me—wild, reckless—
a torch that lit every ruin.
Now it is a candle snuffed by hunger,
a small flame I no longer reach for.
Without coin or promise, romance reads
like a joke written in someone else's ink.
My days dissolve without a map;
nights fall mute and starless.
Hours bleed like spilled ink
across the same tired page.
Once my heart steered us blindly,
my mind a loyal passenger.
Now the mind has risen—cold, unbending—
and the heart whispers from a locked cage.
I am still here.
Some days I am only a shadow—
a quieter self, waiting
for the world to remember my name.
"A poem about silence, loss, and the shadow I’ve become—waiting for the world to remember my name."
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