I begged with words, soft as a fading sigh,
Yet every plea was met with empty lies.
I gave my heart, a treasure wrapped in pain,
And still, he left me drowning in the rain.

The price of my plea was more than I knew,
It cost me trust, and love that once was true.
I gave him all, every piece, every scar,
But he took it all, and left me far.

I begged for kindness, a shelter from the storm,
But he, the tempest, tore apart what was warm.
The price of my plea, I see it now too clear,
It stole my soul, and left me here.

I thought love’s worth was measured in surrender,
But in his hands, my worth grew ever slender.
The price of my plea was not just the tears,
But the loss of myself, consumed by fears.

Now I stand alone, but wiser still,
The price was high, and the cost was real.
Yet in this silence, I find the way to see—
That the price of my plea was freedom, finally.