For the lonely ones — the ones who have no one.

You scroll until sleep takes you. You answer with a smile when they ask how you are — but no one really stays to listen, do they?

You’re the one who’s always there for others. But when it’s your turn to fall apart… there’s no one to call. Just silence. Just you. Again.

This is for the ones who feel lonely even in a crowded room. The ones who check their phone hoping someone thought of them first. The ones who have no one — and learned to carry too much, too quietly.