I don’t know why it happened, perhaps the endless sadness that lives in my bones, perhaps connections that never truly were made,

Thinking back to friendships I thought I was making,

Being confused at the way they spoke to me but the silence that swiftly followed.

The world shattered, like some sugar glass, knocked off the counter,

And most just swept me up in that mess and tossed me in the garbage, and wiped their hands clean of my existence.

I don’t know why it happened.

But I’m left here, searching the dark, for the way out.