“Ghosted Me”

Fuk I was born alone and I’ll probably die alone, But I can’t keep holdin on to the love that’s killin me When this whole time they ain’t dyin to see me live free and be me. I’m loyal to the ghosts who ghosted me, Still showed up in spirit supposedly When they left me empty like swiss— Not the bank account but Holy Cheese. They say they’ll help, just smile back at me, Like Big Brother got me on camera Tryna not act crazy. So I built altars outta my absence instead, Prayed to silence while still broken like bread. But they never came back—just echoes and dread, Breadcrumbs led to violence instead. I kept walkin’, scarred soles, no map, Turnin’ trauma into testimony, trap into chat. I was born alone, I’ll probably die alone, But I can’t keep holdin on to love that’s killin me. They ain’t dyin to see me live free and be me— So I’m done beggin grace from ghosts who flee. I hid my hurt behind a pill bottle, Numbed the truth, lost the throttle. After mom passed, I forgot myself, Only two knew the real me—Jesus and you. I was out my mind even when sober too, Yellin felt like beatins, but I got both over and over again. Ask God—half blamed me, half dared me. If you told me I couldn’t, I said “watch me.” I fought at the drop of a hat, Not ‘cause I wanted to, but ‘cause I had to. They feared him, but it was me they shoulda feared too, So I was the one they f***ed around and found out with. My life never been easy, But maybe I was built to wear every shoe Just to teach folks how to lace ‘em And still finish the race, bruised but true. So call it how you see it, I’ll keep callin to see if you ready to see me. But if not, I’ll leave you to you, Even if it breaks me eventually silently.