You know what? You’re a damn mess. Not ‘cause you missed a bill—’cause you left me with the rest. Every time, you hand it off to me, Then shrug it off like it’s nothing, casually. I carried this—alone. Rent, lights, emotions, kids in this home. You vanish and mumble, “Yeah, my bad,” Like you’re a schoolboy who forgot his bag. But it’s my life you neglected— My nights, my stress, my soul unprotected. You never once said, “I see what I did.” Not a “thank you,” not a touch, not a lift. And you never ask how I’m doing, not once. If I need help, or if I’m running on fumes for months. I’m raising teens while you haunt this space, A ghost in the doorway, not even a face. All on me— While you fade out silently. I held the line while falling apart, And you couldn’t ask once about my heart. (Yeah.) It was all on me. Not one real apology said. No “I hurt you,” no bowing your head. Just silence where support should live, And me breaking, with nothing left to give. I mapped the bills, cooked the meals, Managed emotions you wouldn’t feel. You dipped and dodged like it’s not your fault, Like our home was just my vault. All on me— While you fade out silently. I held the line while falling apart, And you couldn’t ask once about my heart. (Yeah.) It was all on me. What does it do to someone, this quiet abuse? To be invisible to the one they choose. I held us together, begged without sound, While you disappeared like I wasn’t around. You never saw me. Never asked. Never said, “Need help?”—just stepped back. I was carrying fire, and you were cold. Now I’m letting go. I’m taking control. You’re not worth the cracks in my voice, Not worth the strength it takes to make this choice. I’m done. For real this time. You ghosted your family. I’m reclaiming mine. You were never here. But I always was.
