Loneliness doesn't shatter me,
It's the familiarity that's the sea
I'm drowning in, where silence is the tide,
Expected, not echoing, my soul inside.
No need to check my phone, no messages to share,
No one checks in, no one's there,
I've grown accustomed to the quiet life,
Walking alone, no hand to hold in strife.
Carrying emotions locked deep inside,
Silence my companion, my heart does not divide,
It's not the solitude that brings me pain,
But how natural it feels, like autumn rain.
I've mastered the art of hiding my despair,
Smiling in public, while secretly I stare,
Into the emptiness that's become my home,
A space I've made for it, where I am not alone.
The hurt is not the loneliness, but the ease,
With which I've accepted it, like a summer breeze,
No longer questioning, just a dull, hollow sound,
A heart that's adapted, but still echoes unbound.
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