Writers 
NO ONE DOES , NO ONE WILL 😔
Nobody tells you the hard things
about growing up.
Like losing those friends
you had imagined
your generations with.
People you thought would still be there
when you were older,
when your hair started turning grey,
when you had your own children
and could finally laugh about
the stupid things you did together.
Nobody tells you
that some friendships don't end
with a fight.
Sometimes, you just stop talking.
Then the messages become less frequent.
The calls stop coming.
And one day, you realise
you don't know anything about their life anymore.
Talking to yourself
became routine,
looking for answers
to problems
you don't even know
how to define.
You learn to sit with your thoughts
because sometimes you don't even know
how to explain what is wrong.
Sacrificing your dreams
for your needs.
Learning that sometimes
survival gets louder
than what you want.
You start choosing what is necessary
over what makes you happy.
You tell yourself there will be time
for the things you love later.
But nobody tells you
how much of yourself
you'll have to leave behind
just to keep moving.
Nobody tells you
that growing up isn't only
about becoming someone new.
Sometimes,
it's about grieving
the person you used to be.
The carefree version.
The hopeful version.
The version that believed
everything would somehow work out.
Nobody tells you
that sometimes you will miss yourself.
No one does.
No one will.
