DianaI stood there — words stuck, glitch in my throat.
He looked up, like “Go ahead” — but I choked.
Said: "Wow… I got no words. Wanna smoke?"
We stood outside, me talkin’ — him just cold.
Not even that loud, just breathin’, bold.
I said I’d cook, I’ll iron, I’ll fix it all.
As if chores can heal what I let fall.
Told him: “I fucked up again, give me that pill.
Later we talk — say how you feel.”
Not just ‘bout me, but about you.
When did we stop smiling too?
He shrugged — gave me the dose.
And I thanked him like a ghost.
I hate I had to thank him
For giving me back a part of me
That I wasn’t supposed to lose
Just to keep this peace.
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Back when I was broke, I was good enough for you.
Now I work — you still act like I’m the issue.
I’m your clown, not your queen — barely your muse.
Once your spark — now I’m just your excuse.
Your smile, your warmth — vanished like mist.
No comfort, just critique — like I don’t exist.
No matter what I do, it ain’t ever enough.
I don’t follow the line — I just f**k it up.
I gave up the weed — yeah, I quit that for you.
Now I pop pills like I’m following rules.
Weed gave me joy, the pills make me calm.
But deep inside, I lost my charm.
I tremble when I’m sober — feel it in my skin.
Thinkin’ ‘bout you, while the chaos begins.
I swallow it all, drag it down to my core.
I’m a rental ride — no map, no score.
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Night shift ends, I drag myself home.
You’re sleepin’, gaming — you in your zone.
“It’s the weekend,” you say, like it means a thing.
But my clock never stops, I still do everything.