They say pain builds strength, but not for me,
It carved out doubts where hope should be.
Each scar, a whisper, each wound, a sigh,
It didn’t make me stronger, it made me ask why.

Why did love turn to fleeting sand,
Why did it crumble right from my hand?
The life I built, the years I gave,
Now feel like echoes in an empty cave.

Was it all real, or was it pretend?
A fragile story with a sudden end.
This pain doesn’t forge, it doesn’t renew,
It just leaves me asking, “What was true?”

And still, her shadow lingers near,
A haunting presence I’ll always fear.
No time can bury, no peace can hide,
The ghost of her that lives inside.

The world she longed for, she finally found,
A circle of care, where love abounds.
While I remain in this hollow space,
Alone with echoes I can't erase.

The roles we played have come undone,
She found her light, I lost my sun.
Where I was her rock, now I am air,
Invisible, forgotten, lost in despair.

Her laughter blooms with others near,
While I drown in memories I hold dear.
The life we shared feels so far away,
A shadow cast by brighter days.

Now she feels cared, now she feels free,
While loneliness wraps its arms around me.
Our paths diverged, her world expands,
But I’m left holding empty hands.

I gave her a haven, a place to belong,
A shield from the chaos, a place to grow strong.
I offered my heart, my time, my embrace,
Only to hear it was all out of place.

She says she felt pressured, confined in my care,
That my love was a burden too heavy to bear.
Regret, she whispers, for years spent with me,
A shadow cast over what I thought we could be.

I didn’t mean to make her feel so constrained,
I tried to bring comfort, not leave her pained.
Yet now, I’m the villain in her story’s refrain,
The one who brought heartache, the source of her strain.

But still, I wonder, was it all in vain?
The love that I gave, the joy, and the pain?
Though she may forget, I carry the cost,
Seven years of my love, now seen as lost.

My pen trembles with this final verse,
A love once blessing, now a curse.
With every word, I set you free,
This is my final act—no more of me.

No more whispers of what once was,
No more tracing love’s fragile flaws.
This chapter ends, the ink runs dry,
Goodbye, my love, this is goodbye.

She says I left her with scars unseen,
That I’m the reason for wounds unclean.
Funny, though, how swift she fled,
No warnings spoken, just words unsaid.

On the spot, my world collapsed,
Seven years erased, the bond unwrapped.
She claims her pain, yet here I stand,
Holding the shards with trembling hands.

Did I harm her? Did I not care?
Or is blame easier to bear?
While I drown in questions I can’t defy,
She moves ahead without a goodbye.

I know she's happy with someone else now
And I feel glad about it
At the same time, I feel conflicted
How did things turn out this way?

Please, let things be in my favor
Even for a while
Just for once in this life
Let me be free from you