Back to back, pick a weapon—make it cute,
Paper shredder for you, eat the words you never used.
Delete from the system but the body keep proof,
Trauma got receipts, yeah, the truth’s uncouth.
Everybody in the same simulation,
Some wake up loud, others stuck buffering patience.
Sleepwalking through walls calling patterns “fate,”
I read the map sideways, reroute, hit escape.
I looked death in the face like “tag, you’re it,”
Ran through the dark, didn’t flinch one bit.
That fear you keep warning me about? Met her.
She blinked first. I sprinted better.
New game, new level, characters unlocked,
New best friends, new anthems, new talk.
I can find another lover any day of the week,
But losing your best friend? That pain hit deep.
That instant click, nothing awkward or weird,
Back double-covered like my twin appeared.
Drop my guard, think I finally safe—
Then feel blood down my spine, yeah, classic mistake.
Do people love people or just the idea?
I reread your texts like “did I mishear ya?”
If you needed me—five seconds flat,
I’d sit with you broken till your legs came back.
I’d hype your worth if you wanted to quit,
‘Cause I know that dark, yeah, I lived in it.
That’s why we thrive where others run screaming,
Fight, beg, bleed—still stubbornly believing.
No drama, no games, but somehow still burned
By folks who want grace without lessons learned.
You want my heart but not the work?
Nah—refund denied, that love a perk.
I map the chaos, connect the strings,
Pull one thread—watch the truth do things.
Rock paper scissors, answers don’t matter,
Plans scatter fast when the truth gets louder.
Ghosts got evicted, now it’s quiet as hell,
Funny how healing feels lonely as well.
Neighbors think I’m crazy, they look happy though,
I smile back like “damn… I hope so.”
I’m done with cycles, done being polite,
Done shrinking myself to keep you alright.
You wanted the me that stayed easy to bend,
I learned from the cracks—now I don’t pretend.
Say my name in the dark, hear the dark go quiet,
Fear don’t own me—I’m what it admires.
I wake up loud, I don’t play small,
I don’t save seats for the ones who stall.
They survived every battle, paved the path—
Now it’s up to me to write the whole damn story.
Wake up loud.
Yeah… I’m not sorry.
LyssDymension
