Diagnose this

2AM, my phone lights up
Dark room, quiet house
Your name glowing in the silence
Like it’s something to be proud about
I was half asleep, half dreaming
Didn’t know my world would shift
You said, “I think it’s better this way”
Like heartbreak’s some kind of gift
No knock at my door
No “can we talk?” face to face
Just blue bubble bravery
From a safe emotional place
You couldn’t even say my name
While ending what we built
Just typed it out and hit send
Then disappeared from guilt
And in the morning when I called you
You said I’m “taking it too hard”
Like being blindsided at 2AM
Is some personality flaw
You said I need to get evaluated
Said I’m “not in my right mind”
But what kind of stable person
Ends love on airplane mode at night?
You call it setting boundaries
You call it doing what’s best
But breaking up over text at 2AM
Feels more like running from stress
So go on, diagnose this
Tell me what I’ve got
Is it crazy to be shattered
When you vanish on the spot?
She’s known you, what, a month or two?
Now she’s your “best friend,” loud
You couldn’t end it like an adult
But you’re so evolved somehow
You’re clinking glasses at our old bar
With her and her boyfriend too
Didn’t send an invite
But I’m unstable? That’s you.
Go on, diagnose this
Write it in your chart
“Subject shows emotion
After coward breaks her heart.”
saw the tagged location
Same booth, same neon sign
The place we used to sit and laugh
Back when you were mine
You, her, and her boyfriend
Smiling like a scene
Like I wasn’t a chapter
You conveniently deleted clean
She’s wearing my old inside jokes
Laughing at your lines
The ones you practiced on me first
Back when they were mine
And she says she wants the old friend group
Back together again
But you erased me from the picture
Now you’re asking where I’ve been
She posts “miss this energy”
With throwbacks from last year
But she wasn’t in the circle
Till you needed someone near
And I’m supposed to smile politely
Pretend it doesn’t sting
While she speed-runs my position
Like it’s some competitive thing
You love to weaponize my feelings
When they threaten your control
Call me dramatic, unstable
Anything but take the role
You don’t get to light the match
Then blame me for the flame
You don’t get to call me crazy
Just to dodge your shame
Go on, diagnose this
Is awareness a disease?
Is it madness if I notice
How you switch with such ease?
You couldn’t even break up
Without hiding behind a screen
But now you’re Mr. Healthy
Mr. Emotionally Clean
You’re raising glasses to nostalgia
Like I wasn’t erased
But don’t say you want the old group back
When I’m the one replaced
If I book that evaluation
What do you think they’ll find?
“Patient shows appropriate response
To being left behind.”
“Symptoms include remembering
How she was cut off clean
At 2AM via blue bubble
By someone who hates a scene.”
Maybe they’ll diagnose you too
Fear of being wrong
Chronic need for validation
That doesn’t last too long
Scream to the world that I’m unstable that I’m dramatic

Rock, k-pop vibes. Very angry. Female singing