Lilog224ever
This poem is a reflection on the harsh truths of conditional love, isolation, and survival. It explores what it feels like to be valued only when you are strong, quiet, and easy to carry, and abandoned the moment you show cracks, need care, or reveal your truth. There is no sugarcoating here - just relentless honesty. It delves into the exhaustion of carrying everything alone, of holding your pain in silence while the world expects you to remain unshakable.
It captures the slow, brutal lessons learned from absence masquerading as grace and silence masquerading as mercy. It's about realizing that love is often temporary, that understanding is rare, and that survival is something you must claim for yourself. Every line is cold and deliberate, exposing the sharp edges of disappointment, neglect, and self-reliance.
This is not a poem about becoming bitter; it's about clarity. It's about naming patterns, facing the truth, and refusing to romanticize neglect. It's about learning to survive your own reality when no one else will, and finding strength, coldness, and resilience in the spaces where others have left you behind.
At its core, this poem is a testament to survival, self-respect, and the icy clarity that comes from seeing people for who they are.