Dark Poems Of A Sad Mind

circle of none

This question has been bothering me for days on end
But I have no one else to talk to besides myself
So I pick up a pen and paper and write away
Pretending to receive a letter from my literal self

All for one and one for all
That was our saying till we fell in a rut
Who's to say where we went wrong
But the vibes just weren't there anymore

An eye for an eye was how things were done
So we backstabbed each other and said there was nothing wrong
Slowly drifting apart like we're on different boats
Splintering apart, we were on different routes

Did we try to make it work
Or did we further spoil the broth
Too many cooks,
It's no wonder that our story didn't work

I still can't fathom how it didn't
Whatever went wrong, why couldn't I I see it
We all just went our seperate ways
Severed ties and

We were a clique, a group, a troupe
Someone snapped a finger and we were down to two
Like a magic trick borne out of the blue
They left with nary a clue

And I admit it was fun for a while
Two halves of a whole, we were doing just fine
Till I got the news that broke me,
My other half was leaving the country

We kept in touch for a while
But the distance killed the vibes
I lost everyone I called a friend
Left alone to fend for myself

And as antisocial as I was
I couldn't talk to anyone
Watched others laugh in joy
While I sat in my corner and sobbed

Then I thought to myself;
Who needs new friends,
All they ever do is leave in the end
I've lost some of my best,
And I can't stomach the pain
So I'd make sure my next never leave like the rest

I got a lot of side eyes and more people avoided me
Maybe talking to alter egos shouldn't be done publicly
But if I'm ashamed of my friends and o lying talk to them in private
Are they really friends or just a means to an end

But at the end of the day, it's really only me
And my "friends" all live in my head rent free
So now my question pops up now that you've gotten the backstory
Is it really a circle of friends, when it's just you and yourself?