A letter to no one (A letter to everyone)

You say you're happy, and I wish I could say the same and mean it. But the truth is, i'm lost. You were lost once too. I find myself sneaking off to try and live the same way you wished to. Maybe you went through with it, and maybe it made you happy. That's what i'm hoping for for myself. It just didn't take you 4 months to realize. I'm stuck in a swamp of helplessness, and I've been so used to everyone doing my dirty work for me, that I've realized I have no idea how to fend on my own. So many souls have been lost in my grip, and I know it hasn't always been my fault, but what can I do? I'm confused, and I'm longing for something that could either be the best thing I've ever done for myself, or the biggest mistake of my adolescent career. I've found myself not knowing where to turn, and not knowing who I should talk to. I feel alone and empty, and that dreaded day hasn't even hit yet. I've wasted so much time and I just don't know.

Old Tunes

It's been repeated and replayed numerous times
Like that record you love so much
My grip seemed eternal,
As I thought I was clinging for dear life

It was scratched, and it skipped like no other
Always asked to rid of it, I refused
Ears were clasped, and white noise emitted
But regardless, I always tried to waltz alone

That record has not been played
For several sleeps now
And lost are the steps once so ingrained
No longer am I lulled by what was,
I'm now dancing to tunes of clarity
In the arms of another

Friends

You're Ross,
And I'm Rachel.
Can you see it?

Bonjour, La Fin

I could taste the bitter tinge from a mile away
The sugary sweetness fading
Though we end on such a high note
Sadness lingers in the pockets of the stragglers
Weighing us down and putting us in a slow trudge

To gold and light you go, as you earned, of couse
And though a smirk is adorning your fresh face
It is still glistening with tears from an achey gaze
For what was once seemed impossible
Is now within arm's reach

Wishes have been granted
And are being accepted in a hesitant state
Common consensus is, that leashes are to be cut
The clock has struck June, and here's reality
Hello, the end.

Just a stupid little anecdote

Once upon a time when we were barely acquainted, my pre-determined judgments led me to put him down as "Mr. Personality" in my phone. Ironically, of course, since he always seemed like he was rather boring. I've always been a skeptic, and I just assumed.
Later on, I found out the opposite was true. He was charming, and I thought that was all a show. It was not, he made me laugh, and it was fun trying to dissect him. In the end I realized there was so much more, both positive and negative, but he indeed was Mr. Personality, but more literally than I intended.

Now, here I am with another one on my hands. This time we're back to the start. Maybe this one might progress the same way too.