The Last Damn Straw

Turn it up. No soft landings.

This ain’t therapy — it’s a demolition.

I swallowed your lies like they were candy, smiling while I bled,

You tore out parts of me and still expected me to be grateful instead.

All your advice was cheap noise, applause for my decline,

I kept a poker face while you robbed what little was mine.

I’m not okay — but that’s old news, right?

Funny how "old news" gets brand new when you toss it in my sight.

You love to bring it back, rewind the tape and shove it in my face —

So is it really old news?! Told ya. Welcome to the disgrace.

Call me the problem while you keep feeding me your trash,

Point at my wreck and smile like you’re above the ash.

I’m done pretending I’m fixable by your shallow pity,

I’m the last bad call in your contact list — and I’m getting gritty.

This is the last damn straw, I’m smashing through the glass,

Fuck your laws, fuck your games, fuck your plastic-ass class.

I don’t want your sympathy, I’ll torch my own remains,

I’ll laugh while I’m bleeding — soak the world in my veins.

I’m not okay — but that’s old news, right?

Say it again, say it loud, keep throwing it at me tonight.

I’ll turn the volume up and let the neighbors hear the war,

I’m past the last damn straw — I’m coming for the core.

You called me dramatic, called me damaged, called me weak,

But I watched you crawl on knees for favors every time you speak.

You smile in my face while you stab me with your petty rules,

Act surprised when I snap back — bet you thought I’d play the fool.

I’m not okay — but that’s old news, right?

You love the sound of that headline when it fuels your spite.

Even though old news keeps getting brought up and thrown in my face,

So is it really old news?! Told ya — now taste my disgrace.

I will burn bridges you never built for me,

I will scream the truths you begged me not to see.

I’ll fuck my feelings, I’ll choke on the regret,

I’ll wear my broken bones like medals you can’t forget.

Call me selfish — I’ll own that crown,

I’ll take the last laugh when everything comes down.

Last damn straw and I’m finally uncaged,

Fuck your funeral for my rage.

I’m not okay — but that’s old news, right?

Keep replaying it until the morning light.

I don’t give a single solitary damn,

I’ll watch your world burn while I stand and jam.

If you want a show — welcome to the brawl,

I’m the headline now, and I don’t give a fuck at all.

No apologies, no cleanup crew, no gentle close,

Just the wreckage and the echo of the life I chose.

This is the last damn straw — I ripped it out my chest,

Now sit back, shut up, and watch the rest.