Untrue, Unloved, Unsaid

I used to have friends, but they've gone away.
I used to be whole, and now I fade away.
I used to cry at night to let the pain bleed out
I used to try to fight to stay.
But No longer will I fight, or try, or cry, or fade,
Because it wasn't you, who took the pain away.
But rather a memory untrue and feigned.