I'm Done
I'm done—this weight I can't endure,
We speak but never find a cure.
Your words, your wrongs, they circle back,
A loop of love that fades to black.
I'm done believing we'll survive,
You never change, you never try.
Was "I love you" not enough?
You still hurt me, cold and rough.
If you've run out of things to say,
If you've no will to make me stay,
If you don't grieve what slips away—
Then I won't beg, I won't delay.
Though love still burns inside my chest,
I won't speak, I won't protest.
I'm done—just want to break the chain,
To breathe again, beyond this pain.
Perhaps someone awaits your smile,
Someone who'll walk with you awhile.
I know the day will come at last,
You'll tire of me and leave the past.
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