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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Getting dumped shouldn’t feel like shattering, but it did. It cracked something deep, a place already bruised by months of breaking silently. And you knew. God, you knew. You knew about the storms I’d weathered, the weight I was carrying quietly, the wounds I never wanted to reopen— but you pried them wide in a matter of seconds and called it closure. You broke me with a smirk, like it was nothing. Then you turned on my best friend, twisted the one connection I still had until I was left with empty air and a hollow kind of silence that not even crying could fill. Two days. That’s all it took to lose everyone I trusted. How did I let it happen? How did I hand over the hammer and thank you for building me up only to watch you smash it all down? I spent a week sitting in corners, faking smiles, relearning how to introduce myself. It was just me and the comfort of quiet pages— books that didn’t ask me to pretend. Introverted. Short-tempered. Scared. Trying to grow while everything around me was crumbling. And when I finally tried to explain the weight I carried, you laughed. You laughed. As if mental health was a punchline. As if trauma was a dare. As if suicide was something to joke about just to see me flinch. You mocked pain like it was entertainment. You turned my brokenness into a weapon and aimed it at me every chance you got. And still, I stayed. I let it slide. Until I didn’t. Because even if you never saw my worth— I finally did. And maybe I should thank you. Because your leaving was the beginning of me finding myself. You dumped me— and I dug myself out. I made new friends. Laughed real laughs. Spoke softer, not because I was weak, but because I had nothing left to prove to people who only wanted to see me fall. You don’t get to own what I become. But I’ll give you this— you lit the match. And now I’m fire.
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