I was nice and truly, truly kind
till you crossed the line with a careless joke
I stood beside you when the night was blind
when you needed me most I never broke.
I heard your pleas
I felt your pain
I held your hand through every storm
but you betrayed me
again and again
A wound that lingered
a lingering norm.
When I began to find myself in you
silence fell a cold dead hush
I felt complete then 'sorry'—no, I won't rue
your true colors shone a bitter crush.
I cut the ties I walked away
I know you saw me as a fleeting gain
thank you for the burnt‑lesson you gave
for teaching me that love can be a chain.
Don't ask why I'm gone
I've seen the sign
when I'm not needed
I'll cease to stay
You're dead to me
a memory long fine
shit falls apart
but I'll rise each day.
I was born alone
I'll live alone
unapologetic
my spirit free
this heart though scarred
still finds its tone
In every ending
a new song for me.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem