11/04/2025
I told you I was breaking,
Showed you every crack, every bleeding wound,
But instead of helping me heal,
You drove the knife in deeper and watched me bleed.
You saw my pain and forged it into your weapon,
Every word you spoke was laced with venom,
And as I reached for something to hold onto,
You pushed me further into the abyss.
You fed off my destruction like it kept you alive,
Drank my suffering like it was sweet victory.
You didn’t just hurt me...
You studied my soul and tore it apart, piece by piece.
I tried to be strong, tried to hold us both together,
Carried the weight of what we were,
But you kept cutting deeper,
Until there was nothing left but dust and echoes.
Now I sit here, hollowed out and burning,
And somehow, you’ve crowned yourself the victim.
You’ll say I was too cold, too distant, too broken,
Spin the story to make yourself the hero.
And the world?
They’ll believe you.
They’ll never see the graveyard you left inside me,
The ashes of the person you set on fire,
And watched burn without a trace of mercy.