The Protagonist

Tristesse

I want to cry but no tears could fall down from my eyes.
Even a single drop of misery is barely I can produce tonight;
No bliss or glee but only everything is felt through bleak.
Guess, I shall keep breathing for these befalling weeks.


I picked up my phone and called for their presence,
But only beeping tone answered my humble requests;
They were real friends, indeed, in some occasions,
Like when they just felt they needed me for their meditations.


I was their light during their darkest hours;
I was their hope when their world was falling apart;
I was there by their side when no one lent them a helping hand;
Yet in the very end, I am surviving alone in this world of mayhem.


The truth is, I can always be independent;
Cutting ties of every toxic person that poisoned myself;
Blocking all of their negative energies just for me to regenerate;
Maybe... maybe that will all make me heal and feel my worth again.