Chest Full of Echoes

Yeah… it still hurts.

Didn’t think you’d leave a bruise like that.

Been two weeks and my chest still caves,

heartbeat dragging like it misbehaves.

Your ghost’s still sitting in my passenger seat,

playlist paused where you last danced with me.

Every streetlight feels like déjà vu,

every corner whispers something ’bout you.

Tried to move on but it hits too fast—

guess pain don’t care about the past.

I keep pretending I’m fine,

but breathing feels like a lie…

Girl, my chest feels hollow,

echoes in the space where you used to follow.

Every single thought hits sharp, then shallow—

guess I’m the one stuck in the shadow.

You walked out clean, no damage,

left me in the wreckage, trying to manage.

Call a medic— this love’s a bandit,

’cause girl… you left my chest in panic.

Your sweater still hangs by the door,

I swear it hurts worse than before.

Friends keep saying I should heal,

but none of them know how deep this feels.

Your perfume’s still stuck in my sheets,

and I can’t sleep without the memories.

I’m trying, God knows I try—

but heartbreak’s slow when love was high.

I keep crashing through old lines,

replaying us every night…

Girl, my chest feels hollow,

echoes in the space where you used to follow.

Every single thought hits sharp, then shallow—

guess I’m the one stuck in the shadow.

You walked out clean, no damage,

left me in the wreckage, trying to manage.

Call a medic— this love’s a bandit,

’cause girl… you left my chest in panic.

If healing’s a race, I’m losing,

heart still choosing… you.

If love was a home, you moved out—

left me staring at empty rooms.

Girl, my chest feels hollow,

crying in a loop that I can’t outrun tomorrow.

Every breath shakes, every step is borrowed—

still picking pieces I wish I didn’t follow.

You walked out clean, no damage,

I’m stuck trying to manage—

but the truth is savage:

you loved me once…

and now I’m just collateral baggage.