You said I was a phase,
Like death was just a dress rehearsal.
You pulled the pin with your mouth,
And smiled while I swallowed the grenade.

I left myself in your silence,
You kept the echo like a trophy.
You warned me not to break,
Then handed me the hammer.

I didn’t want to be the ending.
But you wrote me there.
I didn’t ask to be the warning.
But you looked the other way.

I died like you wanted—quiet, clean.
Now I’m back with everything you buried.
You don’t get to grieve me.
You get to wear me.
You dressed me in goodbye
Before I even learned to bleed.
I kept your secrets like holy wounds,
You wore me like a stain.

You didn’t **** me.
You convinced me to do it for you.
You just closed your eyes
And waited for the funeral to start.

This was never mercy.
You just hated the noise.
This was never love.
You just liked the control.