reminiscent

Your faces in front of me
Just makes me want to erase em
I know I don't want to let go
But
It would be easier not to get homesick

I turn back bitter
I can feel it creeping behind me
Even texting anyone feels rude
Enough reasons not to pester them

Stealing time from them and their loved ones
Some sleep, some sanity
Just knowing they don't feel the same
Or feel like they don't care at all
Maybe also afraid of giving someone the wrong idea
As has happened many times before...

He has found a loophole
To make me alone
To sentence myself to pure isolation
Because nobody will miss me
(which I've been told is a lie)

Everything gets me wishing for better times
Makes me intensely sad.

I don't know if I can make it much longer