The laughter is quiet, the house feels cold,
I watch from the sidelines, left out, growing old.
They share little secrets, a language, a song,
and I sit in the silence, where I don’t belong.
The days blur together, the nights feel the same,
I search for a spark, but there’s none I can claim.
The distance between us keeps pulling me down,
like I’m sinking in water, too heavy to drown.
I smile when they’re looking, but inside I break,
pretending I’m fine is the mask I must take.
I whisper to shadows, but they never reply,
just me in the corner, too tired to cry.