I told you I was struggling,  
Showed you the cracks beneath the surface,  
But instead of helping me heal,  
You poured salt into the wounds.  

You saw my weaknesses and turned them into weapons,  
Each word you spoke cut deeper,  
And as I stood on the edge, barely holding on,  
You gave me one more push.  

It’s like you enjoyed watching me crumble,  
Like seeing me lost gave you power.  
You knew exactly where to strike,  
Playing my mind like a game you couldn’t lose.  

I wanted to be strong for you,  
Wanted to be the one you could count on,  
But you kept tearing me down,  
Piece by piece, until nothing was left.  

Now I sit here, broken and empty,  
And somehow, I’m the one to blame.  
You’ll say I was too distant, too cold,  
That I couldn’t open up, couldn’t be enough.  

And while you paint yourself as the victim,  
The world will listen to your story,  
But no one will see the quiet destruction  
You left behind in me.  

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