I swore I'd walk away this time,
left your ghost outside my door,
But love’s a drug I can't outrun,
and I’m crawling back for more.

Your voice still lives inside my head,
like a song I can't erase,
Every echo cuts me deeper
still I long to feel your face.

We break, we bend, we fall apart,
then stitch the hurt with hope,
And just when I start breathing clear,
you pull me back to choke.

It’s not love, it’s not survival,
it's a cycle dressed in flame,
You burn me just enough to stay
and I keep playing the game.

I hate the way I need this,
how pain feels close to real,
But emptiness is louder
when I forget how not to feel.

So here I am again tonight,
repeating all I swore was through,
Over and over, I lose myself
just trying to get back to you.

The quiet hits louder when you’re gone,
Like your name etched in every song.
The bed’s still cold on just one side,
And I fake sleep so I don’t cry.

I held your hand in borrowed time,
While you looked ahead and left me behind.
You moved on like it was breath,
While I’m still choking on what’s left.

They said time heals, but they don’t know
That some hearts beat just to feel low.
And every smile I try to fake
Cracks beneath the love you take.

You said I’d be okay someday,
But I was never built that way.
You were my peace, my steady light
Now I’m just shadows in the night.

You laugh in rooms I’ll never see,
With someone else where I should be.
And I’m still here, dressed in regret,
Trying to relive the night we met.

So I whisper to the empty air,
Tell myself you still might care.
But truth is sharp, it doesn’t bend
You were my always,
I was your end.

I walked through years like broken glass,
Left pieces of myself in every path.
Smiled for crowds while dying inside,
Made my pain a mask I wore with pride.

Told myself I was strong, unshaken
But every choice felt like self-betrayin’.
I chased the high, escaped the lows,
Buried guilt where no one knows.

I apologized, not for who I am,
But for what I became when the fire began.
For friends I lost to silence and strain,
For words I said carved deep like pain.

The bottles, the pills, the late-night screams,
The fading light in once-bright dreams.
I never meant to fade away
But the mirror showed me every day.

I stood on stages, played the part,
But left behind a hollow heart.
They cheered the sound, ignored the plea
I was breaking, but who’d see me?

So this is for the nights I can’t forget,
For sins unpaid and deep regret.
For the ones I hurt along the way
I carry that weight every day.

I apologize—not for surviving,
But for the wreckage I left while driving.
For every soul I let down blind,
And for the peace I’ve yet to find.

Some days I wear my smile
like armor made of glass
fragile at the edges,
but enough to let me pass.

My mind’s a crowded station,
trains of thought collide and bend.
I try to map the silence,
but the static never ends.

Anxiety’s a whisper
that turns into a scream,
telling me I’m sinking,
even when I dream.

Depression's not just sadness
it’s numb behind the eyes,
it’s staring at the ceiling
as another sunrise dies.

I fake the laughs in daylight,
I vanish in the night,
and every little victory
still barely feels like fight.

I’ve heard "you’re not alone"
from mouths that never knew
what it’s like to lose yourself
while standing in a room.

But still, I wake each morning
a breath, a step, a chance.
Even when my demons
try to drag me from the dance.

So if you feel you're breaking,
just know you're not the fault.
You're not weak for being wounded,
you're just human through it all.

In shadows soft where whispers dwell,
She moves—a hush, a woven spell.
With raven hair ‘neath midnight skies,
And starlight caught in brown-hued eyes.

A glance—a spark, both fierce and kind,
She leaves a thousand thoughts behind.
She speaks in looks, her silence sings
Of autumn leaves and angel wings.

A playful smirk, a wistful sigh,
Moonlight curling where she lies—
Not in deceit, but calm repose,
Like twilight's hush and blushing rose.

She blooms in frames, both wild and true,
In every shade, in every hue.
And still she hides—so vast, so wide,
A galaxy she keeps inside.

O muse of screens and quiet scenes,
A rebel soul in faded jeans.
No throne, no stage, no need for fame—
And yet, the stars all know her name.