though this cold life bruises deep,
death feels like mercy.

watched you vanish in the frost—
but I never played.

I'll melt what you left untouched and fly high
u will say what u say but i only explained why

“Painted in Silence”

It’s funny, how long I ranted so sure I was wrong. Blinded by feeling, maybe. But it was your silence that proved me right in all the ways I prayed I wasn’t. A monster, maybe. But if I was, it was your quiet that carved the shape, your hollow words that gave it breath. You spoke but not to reach me. You spoke like echoes in an empty room, just enough to say you tried, never enough to mean it. And still, I know you wondered why. Deep down, even if you didn’t know it. The art you made then spat on, so carelessly held the answers you weren’t ready to need.

i never found the truth behind why they wanted me dead.

by the time they killed me, i had learned every trick in the book—

tricks i once vowed never to use. that was the switch. when survival

drowned my mercy, and manipulation became my native tongue.

my empathy died quietly, like a candle no one bothered to relight.