That cold shoulder
That definite slam of the door
You didn't even try to save it
You didn't even try to mask the truth
I gave and gave like I always do
I made time for you
Burned out, drowning, but I made time for you
Yet here I am with this emptiness in my hands
Nothing there and yet it's clearly heavy, breaking the skin
Another scar upon my heart
Another end of a chapter
You made your bed, now you have to lay in it
Although now I'm the one reflecting
Blaming myself, questioning my worth
Darkness envelopes me
Breaking
Bleeding
Making me stronger
Making me better
I thrive in the pain
You play the victim
Because I've weathered far worse than you
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