its called change

People move on and away and left is what used to be your friendship
If it was ever rly there
You grow cold and weary of waiting to see if they’ll come back
Your done and finished with them all long over due
However one day months later they want to spark like nothing was ever astray
As if the long gap in which your close friends forgot you was never that wide.
What’s one left to do?
Follow every instinct in the body to ignore and never look back?
Or accept and draw on a fake smile and act as if u never noticed they forgot you
Because really inside your just glad they even thought about messaging you.
What’s one to do when given the choice of a lonely night with a knife
Or
A cold reunion with nothing but fake smiles and laughs not even a reflection of what they once were
People change,
People forget, they move on
And they die
Its life
So get up grab your fake smile and your knife and walk these streets
Wave hello
And pretend you’re not dying inside.