He’s behind bars, but his poison stays,
Creeping into the cracks of my days.
I gave him trust, I gave him my core,
And he shredded it all—left me raw, sore.
Every lie, every cruel disguise,
Played like fire behind my eyes.
I scream in silence, but no one hears,
Trapped in the wreckage of wasted years.
I feel lost, torn, like I’m drowning slow,
But beneath the rage, a fire will grow.
He thinks he broke me, thinks I’ll crawl,
But I’m rising, screaming, shattering his wall.
No chains can hold me, no shadow control,
I’ll reclaim the pieces he tried to stole.
He’s a storm in a cage, I’m the hurricane free,
And I’m taking my life back—starting with me.
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