Only Me Trying

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 I wasn’t gold, wasn’t glitter, wasn’t shine


Just a name they used when the stars aligned


But I got sick, and silence hit the line


They ghosted like guilt they didn’t wanna find


Pale light from my hospital bed


No texts back, just echoes in my head


They said “Always,”


But they meant: “Only when it’s easy.”


All those girls in my mirror frame


They posed for the light, disappeared in the rain


I bled for them, they ran from pain


And I still hear them spell my name—


But they vanished


When I was cracked and breaking


Love was just a word for faking


They vanished


Left me on read, like I was contagious


Turns out friendship’s so courageous


’Til it costs something


’Til it stings


’Til I need


Real things


They posted prayers but never called


Burned me down and blamed the fall


One by one they closed the door


Guess sick girls aren’t trending anymore


They sold “support” like a souvenir


Gave applause when the coast was clear


I was too much — or maybe too real


But I know now what truth reveals—


Yeah, they vanished


When my light got dim


When my laugh got thin


They vanished


Took my name out their mouth like a sin


Guess loyalty has a line too thin


And I crossed it


Just by needing


Just by bleeding


Just 


I was not your burden


I was your test


And you failed it


Like all the rest


But don’t come crawling when I rise


I remember every “goodbye” disguised


You vanished


But I survived it all


Built my throne from the ones who let me fall


You vanished


But I’m still the truth beneath the spin


Still the storm beneath your skin


I’m not cancelled


I’m reborn


And your silence


Is just the uniform


Of the ones who


Never knew me at all.


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