there was this girl, she was pretty and funny,
she didn’t care about money,
i fell in love with her slowly,
but surely.

she was everywhere,
the out-going type,
i thought i could be someone she could like.

we became best friends,
i got to know her,
that didn’t make me like her any less,
but she saw that i was a mess.

the next week was hell,
felt like i was locked in a solitary cell.

i had no one,
not even her.
she was not just another someone,
she was supposed to be my forever.

i got used to isolation,
solitude became my refuge.
with other people i had no connection.