ILLUSION OF CONNECTION

I've got a contact list bursting with names, Yet silence is the only voice that stays. I could call, they'd pick up and talk, But would they ever reach me? I've always shaped myself into what they needed, Twisting, bending, and breaking myself so that I won't be left behind. I give them comfort but where am I When my own hands are empty? I let strangers in too quickly, Mistook presence for permanence, Mistook noise for meaning, Mistook company for connection. Now, I stand at the edge of my own exhaustion. Loneliness clings to me like a shadow, But now, I am too tired to run. Too scared to stay.