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.