Vain

You called it living… I called it decay. I watched you rot in real time, a slow collapse of will, A shrine built out of empties, every promise left to spill. You wore your vices proudly like a crown of shattered glass, Preaching self-destruction like it’s something built to last. I tried to map your future but the lines were all erased, Every road led back to needles, every truth you couldn’t face. You called it “coping,” I called it your grave A masterpiece of apathy, a life you never saved. You’d rather drown than learn to breathe, Convince yourself you’re still alive But I saw through the fiction, Every excuse, every lie. I was always right, you were always wasting time, Chasing numbness like a god you’d never find. You chose the poison over purpose every night Don’t say I didn’t try to make you fight. You’re a ghost in your own skin, A shadow I outgrew I was always right… And I’m done with you. You traded evolution for the comfort of decay, A slave to every impulse that kept your mind at bay. The mirror told you stories you refused to understand, So you shattered every reflection with a trembling hand. Your “freedom” was a prison dressed in chemical disguise, A fleeting sense of peace behind perpetuated lies. I stood at the threshold, you buried the key— You chose sedation over becoming something real. Self-inflicted exile You dug your own grave Every hit, every sip Another piece you gave away Say my name when it crashes down When the high can’t drown the sound Of everything you could’ve been But chose to burn to the ground I was always right, you were always wasting time, Chasing numbness like a god you’d never find. You chose the poison over purpose every night— Don’t say I didn’t try to make you fight. You’re a ghost in your own skin, A shadow I outgrew I was always right… And I’m done with you. I won’t carry your collapse, I won’t bleed for your disease You made your bed in ruin, Now you rot there in peace. This is where I sever ties, Where your echo finally dies I outlived your illusions… Now I’m cutting through the lies. I was always right—you just couldn’t see, You were digging deeper while you were dragging me. You chose oblivion, I chose to rise Now I’m free from your demise. You’re a ghost in your own skin, A shadow I refuse I was always right… And I’ve got nothing left to lose. You called it living… But you never lived at all.