In a realm of introspection, I reside,
An introverted soul on the surface, I confide.
Though I may endure pain, unheard and concealed,
I find myself complaining, knowing it's my fate revealed.

Please understand, it's not about you,
Just my nature, withdrawn and subdued.
When wounds were inflicted, silently endured,
Yet I grumble, aware I may have deserved.

I hold no belief, yet hope for the best,
Avoiding entanglements, leaving no trace of unrest.
Her trust in me was unwarranted, undeserved,
Unfamiliar with the outcome, my knowledge is reserved.

Nights stretch on, etched deep within my mind,
Contentions turned intimate, overslept, we find.
I used to console you in moments of despair,
Now your love seeks me, but I doubt and beware.

There's nothing I fear in life, except a lonely demise,
Where darkness engulfs, devoid of empathetic ties.
When my existence cannot be rolled into a blunt,
And the essence of compassion eludes my every front.

A fate I refuse to confront or embrace,
Moving aimlessly, trapped in a fruitless chase.
Irony seeps in, as I endure what I resent,
Bittersweet tastes linger, a flavor I lament.

But please know, it's not about you,
I don't seek to hold you accountable, it's true.
Time's hands point towards you, accusatory and stark,
Once my dearest, now distant, a relic of the past.

Your presence diminishes my frequencies within,
Terrifying revelations, a truth I can't rescind.
An aura surrounds you in my vivid thoughts,
Sometimes the obstacles seem impossibly fraught.

It's only fair, as life can ever be,
Trapped in a vessel I despise, a parasite's decree.
An angel wrestles the demons that plague my nights,
Exhausted by the pursuit of rectifying my countless plights.

Breathing feels burdensome, like a drag on my soul,
Reflecting on what's lost, neglecting the past's toll.
Attempting to move forward, while leaving behind,
Our scars concealed beneath the facade of wealth and grind.