I am the only one.

Destroying myself from the inside out,

Bruised by the wounds you first inflicted.

I surrendered all I had,

Morals and life intertwined, vanquished.

While you move through life unscathed,

I dwell in a room, wide-eyed, in solitude's grasp.

Sleep, a distant acquaintance, visits only in exhaustion's embrace.

They say, "Mind over matter,"

Yet they fathom not the duration of my escape,

The endless quest to elude this abyss of isolation.

Five months have passed,

Yet the yearning for happiness persists,

Crying as a solace, anesthetizing the moments.

Pictures, mementos of pain,

Haunted gazes upon memories, trapped within,

The courage to delete, an elusive specter.

Your presence lingers, akin to a cigarette's scent,

Burning holes within the chambers of my heart.

Mentally absent, a transient refuge from agony.

You stole everything,

Leaving me to bear the weight of consequence.

Do you feel anything at all?

Do you ponder, in late hours, the depths of my despair?

But no,

I stand alone, the sole bearer of this anguish,

In the realm where silence echoes my pain.