Feels like I'm vanishing, just a glitch in my own feed,
Staring at the screen, wondering why no one's reached—
Yeah, deep down I get it: I built this empty space,
Brick by stupid brick, in my own awkward ways.
Dodged the calls, flaked on plans, always "too tired" or "busy,"
Slipped into my bubble, let the real world get dizzy.
Didn't mean to ghost, didn't mean to drift so far,
Just kept choosing quiet, like it was who we are.
Now the thundering silence hits back, a roar I can't outrun,
This loneliness I grew, one skipped message at a time.
But ***** it, tomorrow I'll mix that batter myself—
Who am I kidding? I'll hit the store, grab one off the shelf,
All my own, filling the hollow I've made, bite by sweet bite,
Light my own **** candle, make a wish that's just right.
Nov 25, 2025
Nov 25, 2025 at 10:25 PM UTC
Feels like I'm vanishing, just a glitch in my own feed,
Staring at the screen, wondering why no one's reached—
Yeah, deep down I get it: I built this empty space,
Brick by stupid brick, in my own awkward ways.
Dodged the calls, flaked on plans, always "too tired" or "busy,"
Slipped into my bubble, let the real world get dizzy.
Didn't mean to ghost, didn't mean to drift so far,
Just kept choosing quiet, like it was who we are.
Now the thundering silence hits back, a roar I can't outrun,
This loneliness I grew, one skipped message at a time.
But ***** it, tomorrow I'll mix that batter myself—
Who am I kidding? I'll hit the store, grab one off the shelf,
All my own, filling the hollow I've made, bite by sweet bite,
Light my own **** candle, make a wish that's just right.