26/01/2025
Silent Wreckage
I told you I was falling apart,
Begged you to see the pain beneath my smile.
I showed you the cracks where the light barely held,
Hoping you’d help me heal.
But you didn’t.
You poured salt into wounds still bleeding,
And watched as I flinched.
You saw my weaknesses, the parts I tried to hide,
And you turned them into knives.
Every word you spoke cut deeper,
Ripping through what little strength I had left.
I was barely holding on, clinging to the edge,
But instead of pulling me back,
You gave me the final push.
You stood there and watched me shatter,
As if my pain was a show meant for you.
Like my tears gave you power,
Like my breaking made you whole.
You knew exactly where to strike,
Every wound, every scar—
You made them yours to control.
I wanted to be strong for you,
To be the one you needed.
I wanted to hold you up, even when I was falling.
But you didn’t care.
You tore me down, piece by piece,
Until there was nothing left but fragments of who I used to be.
Now, I sit in the ruins of myself,
Empty, broken, hollow.
And somehow, it’s *me* who carries the blame.
You’ll tell the world I was distant,
That I was too cold, too weak,
That I couldn’t love you the way you wanted.
And they’ll believe you.
They’ll listen to your story and call you the victim,
While the truth lies buried in my silence.
No one will see the wreckage you left behind.
No one will feel the quiet destruction
That still screams inside of me.
