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I’m driving through the shadows with the windows cracked at night,

letting memories climb the guardrails while my pulse stays tight.

Every promise that collapsed, every lie dressed up as care—

I watch it flicker past the glass like they were never really there.

I learned to love in ruins, learned to speak with broken hands,

learned to stitch myself together in the dark without commands.

I survived the kind of childhood that rewrites your DNA—

now every mile I drive is proof I made it out another way.

People used me like a lifeline they never planned to hold.

I kept warming frozen hearts until my own bloodstream went cold.

I was the shelter in their storm, the truth they couldn’t keep.

They slept soft inside my loyalty while I stayed awake and deep.

I don’t chase what disappears.

I don’t beg for what won’t stay.

If you needed time to grow, you should’ve grown before you strayed.

If you wanted something real, you should’ve learned to make a choice—

instead you vanished into silence

’cause you couldn’t match my voice.

I held rings for safe keeping, held your third-born like my own,

held the weight of past-life vows you never learned to atone.

You spun stories out of smoke, called it healing, called it fate—

but every thread you wove around me

was a warning dressed as grace.

I don’t flinch at ghosts anymore.

I’ve outgrown the fear of loss.

Every heartbreak carved a doorway

that I finally learned to cross.

If you only loved the version of me

you could shape and rearrange,

then losing me was destiny—

’cause loving you required change.

The road hums like confession.

The wind feels like rebirth.

I’m the product of a thousand scars

that taught me what I’m worth.

If loyalty was currency,

I spent fortunes on the wrong,

but I learned to build a fortress

where the weak don’t get prolonged.

Now you come back when the world is cruel

and you need a place to breathe—

but I don’t hold open doors

for the ones who made me bleed.

You can knock until your knuckles split,

cry until your voice is steel—

but I built these walls from wisdom

you were too afraid to feel.

My empathy was oceans you mistook for something small.

But the tide don’t move for cowards

who only show up when they fall.

I grew storms inside my ribcage.

I grew thunder in my veins.

I grew stronger in the moments

you mistook as growing pains.

You want access to the version of me

that saved you in the past—

but she died defending people

who could never fucking last.

My heart ain’t open real estate.

My care ain’t up for trade.

If you wanted something sacred,

you should’ve stayed when I stayed.

So I’m driving into darkness

with a smile sharp as glass.

I survived what you abandoned

and rebuilt from what you cast.

If the universe kept scorebooks

of the battles I concealed,

you’d understand why loving me

was the prize you never healed.

I’m the whisper in the ruins.

I’m the echo in the black.

I’m the one who keeps on rising

from the places you attack.

I don’t break like I once did.