Whiskey-tinted words spilling reckless
truth slipping from tired lips—
afraid, yet speaking anyway,
scars uncovered, raw, heavy.
Sacrifices stack like worn stones,
lessons bitterly learned:
dreams slipping quietly
through fingertips
into darkness deeper than night.

Loneliness howls
like wind through bones,
shadows stretching long
under haunted eyes,
ache twisting inside the silence
others cannot feel.
They breathe freely
what I struggle to grasp.

I chased ghosts,
built fragile homes from broken memories,
missing pieces scattered
by your careless hands—
selfishness painted clearly
across our history.

I learned addiction to abandonment,
to vanishing, to numbness—
the quiet violence of escapism,
fueled by neglect,
watching from your distance
as I slowly drowned.

You stood hollow,
watching pain shape me
yet never reaching out,
never intervening
when darkness swallowed whole
the child who needed saving.

Now silence echoes heavy
with your absence,
your shadow lingering
cold and silent,
as I find my own way
down deeper still.