I’ve lived a life full of fake people,
    who weave baskets of empty promises.
The same person I pour my heart out to,
    goes weekends on end without including me.

Oh you were busy, they tell me,
    making excuses for themselves.
I was sitting at home, I respond,
    you never asked what I was doing.
Oh I just assumed, they said.
But those four words hurt worse than a grenade.

Another Friday night fades away,
    social media blowing up with all the socialization.
I sit with my thoughts, watching the explosion like a movie.
If you’ve ever been left alone with your thoughts,
    you’ll understand when I tell you how dangerous it is.

A familiar human’s name flashes on my screen: Snapchat from ksur13.
My heart races, wondering what could be behind the bolded square.
    but it slowly stops after seeing all the faces among her.
My emotions summon the tears, as they fall onto the screen below me.

I’ve lived a life full of fake people,
    who can’t see past the smiles.
Everyone can smile, but not all mean it;   
    many hide it.

I put my phone down, emotions flared,
but one is more fired than the rest.
Confusion.

Why do people lie?
Why let someone pour their hearts out,
    and take it with no meaning?
Why do we allow people to walk all over us, like a New York boulevard?

Alone with my thoughts, I don’t realize their danger.
My mind turns to the bottle,
    my body can’t stop the urge.
My night is a lost memory.

I texted her, over and over again.
She didn’t respond.
Constant posts,
    having a blast tonight :-),
        don’t want the night to end :(
            but she won’t answer me.

I missed her, and I told her that.
She didn’t respond.
I got in my car, to drive to her.
Missed the stop sign, missed the red light,
    typed my message.

As my finger made contact with a virtual keyboard,
    my vision blurred.
As my finger made contact with a virtual keyboard,
    the white lights seized me.
As my finger made contact with a virtual keyboard,
    she responded.

It’ll be okay, you’re too dramatic. Gtg, see you monday.

Monday came and went,
    nobody noticed my absence.
And so did another,
    as did another.

The next monday, my nurse entered the room with a familiar figure.
It was her.
My final hours were nearing,
    was how the nurse phrased it.
I looked through her, as if she didn’t exist,
    then she weeped into her hands.

I took all the strength I had built up the past three weeks,
    and built up the final sentence.
As my finger made contact with the virtual keyboard,
    my sentence read:
        I am very dramatic, aren’t I?