Songs for the Dumped

  I lived   I didn’t fall apart all at once, It was a slow leak in my chest Smiled through the warning signs Told myself I’d get some rest Every sound felt like a siren,Every thought cut like a knife I was breathing but not living, Just surviving my own life Strength    is something you can fake, with smiles in between But when the floor gave out beneath me I learned what breaking really means I survived a mind on fire, I survived the nights I shook Survived the days I couldn’t speak, Or recognize the girl I took Through hell and back in my own head, Where fear wore my name I didn’t die when I broke down, I lived And that’s not the same Trauma doesn’t knock, it moves in, and Rearranges all your rooms Turns memories into landmines, Even daylight feels like doom I lost time, I lost my balance, Lost the version I once knew But somewhere in the wreckage, I still told myself:  you’re still you They don’t talk about the grief, Of losing who you used to be Or how heali...

I was caged in your shadow, called love, it was war Every “sorry” just another lock on the door You wrote scripts, played victim, I was cast as the beast While you fed them your fiction and starved me of peace Gaslight gospel, had me doubting my sight Said the bruises were “normal,” said the screams were a fight I was loyal, I was bleeding, I was begging for truth You were busy rehearsing what to say to the room Yeah, you polished your halo with my broken name Turned my pain to your armor, called the damage “fame” Every friend got a sermon, every lie got a face While I learned how to breathe in a hostile place You left me on the streets, yeah, stripped of my name Left for dead in the cold, but I survived the shame Told the world I was crazy, made yourself look clean Now I’m rising from the wreckage of the lies you weaved I was on the streets, but I carved my escape From your dungeon of mirrors and your venomous takes You tried to kill my reflection, tried to bury...

  Lights too loud, bodies swayin’ like a tide Bassline thumpin’, nowhere left to hide I’m in the crowd but I don’t feel seen Your shadow’s here, where I used to be Plastic cup in my hand, don’t know why Smell of smoke hangin’ heavy in the sky Everyone’s floatin’, everyone’s numb But my chest says,  “Girl, this ain’t where you’re from.” I don’t want the buzz, don’t want the blur Don’t want to be less just to be yours Funny how the room keeps tellin’ me who I am But I know better than I did back then I used to fold just to keep the peace Shrink my truth just to stay at ease But now I stand ten toes in my skin I don’t get lost just to fit in I don’t chase highs, I outgrew the climb I don’t borrow peace, I built mine Used to confuse relief with escape Now I trust the weight I can tolerate I used to think love meant losing my ground Laughing too loud, just so I wouldn’t be found But I’m older than that, or maybe just wiser I don’t want sparks if they’re just small fires I want some...

  “Kevin Can Go Fuck Himself” Yeah— Kevin can go fuck himself, let’s start it clean Dollar-store messiah, Temu Jesus in jeans Fake holy aura, savior complex deluxe But can’t save a convo, let alone earn trust Boring as hell but louder than a bomb Same five stories, and they’re all bout your mom You say nothing for hours, then hijack the room Like silence offended you personally, dude You immature—grown body, toddler core Emotional range of a slammed screen door Can’t take a joke, can’t take blame But real quick to sulk when you’re not the main frame Fake Jesus hair, greasy halo vibe Look like you preach forgiveness but never apologize You think you’re deep ‘cause you stare at the floor And sigh real loud like it means something more Brooding ain’t depth, silence ain’t wise You just buffering thoughts that never arrive Kevin, your exhausting, spiritually bland Like plain toast explaining itself for a grand You’re not intimidating, you’re painfully mid With a god complex stapled to t...