my flame is dimming, the storm is loud,
the ocean roars, the sky is all cloud.
all of this because of how I’ve been,
now I stand, lost within.

i was replaced, ignored, cut away,
a best friend who just couldn't stay.
speaking up feels the stings and burns,
like thorns that hurt with ice in turns.

why is it so hard to let go tight
of a rope that once felt right?
the room is dim, the switch won’t glow,
is this all there is to know?

the memories fade, the jokes don’t last,
everything remains stuck in the past.
do I sweeten what still stings,
or fill a cup with nothing in?

apologizing sound cold and dry,
like words that lost their right to try.
is this it? Do I just stand here,
building a wall to block what’s clear?