I was never the villain,
The story was just never told
Like it was me who needed a hand to hold

"Hear me out," a sentence every girl has said
He looks good on the outside, but inside? Just bad
"Hear me out" makes sense in novels and scripts
Real life? Bad plot — no plot twists

I sat in my living room, talking to Death
“Why are you not afraid of me?” he said
I looked him in the eyes and spoke
“I’m not scared to die — my heart already broke”

He gently lifted his head, and I saw
In his eyes, a pain — an emotion so raw
He looked at me and said through teary eyes:
“Once, my love, there will be peace and no more silent cries"

I cried and screamed, “Why not now? Why not today?”
He touched my hand and looked in a peaceful, kind way
“My dear, your life isn’t done, it hasn’t even really begun
You don’t live, but just exist. Please, my dear, try to live — I insist.”

I feel lost, drowning in an ocean
I feel lost, where the sun doesn't shine
I feel lost, with my breath frozen
I feel lost, reaching for stars never mine

I feel lost, with words unspoken
I feel lost, in voices in my mind
I feel lost, in a heart cracked, not broken
I feel lost, searching for peace I can’t find

I did it all, I owned every second this world could give
I traveled far and made so many friends
Yet somehow I didn't really live
I still don’t know how the emptiness ends

On good days, I turn the pages,
Of the book with poems I once wrote.
So much pain in silent cages,
Words I bled but never spoke.

In black ink, lines carefully formed,
The pain I didn’t understand.
Black words my silence adorned,
Softly held by a warm hand.

I always thought that our friendship would last forever,
But now I can't help but wonder if it ever really did exist