I told him of the shadows that I wore,
The aching scars, the battles fought before.
With trembling hands, I bared my deepest pain,
Hoping for solace, but I found only disdain.

He took my truths, like fragile glass to break,
And used them to create a darker ache.
Each wound I shared, each tear I spilled,
He twisted, tore, and left me unfulfilled.

What should have healed, he crushed with spite,
Turning my day into an endless night.
I gave him the darkest parts of me,
And in return, he made those shadows all I see.

Now fear is my companion, silent, near,
For every whisper echoes what I fear.
The world is cold, and every step I take,
Feels like a crack, a promise I can't make.

I’m scared of love, scared of the truth I sought,
Of giving more than I ever should have thought.
The scars he left are etched too deep to hide,
And in this world, I walk with broken pride.

I fear the darkness, and I fear the light,
For both have hurt me, both have stolen sight.
And now I stand, a fractured soul,
Scared of everything, afraid to feel whole.