I messaged you the other day,
You left me on unread,
And though it sounds dramatic to say,
You wouldn’t know if I was dead.
We used to be such good friends,
Really more like a family bond.
So what made our relationship bend?
I don’t understand what’s been wronged.
And now you ghost me constantly,
Though you still say that you care.
But things happen, life gets in the way,
Would you even notice if I wasn’t there?
I won’t message again because I deserve more
Than to be left with much less than a thought.
I’ve felt sad, angry, hurt, and as low as the floor.
But I’m done, so now the ball’s in your court.