I went to hospital last week—
Alone, afraid, too weak to speak.
My partner stayed behind, detached,
No hand to hold, no pact unlatched.
My chest was tight, my breath was thin,
The world grew dark, it caved within.
My heart gave out—it hurt to feel—
And still, they acted like no big deal.
Not family, not friends, no sound,
Just silence screaming all around.
Not one "Are you okay?" was said—
They left me there, as good as dead.
Forsaken by the ones I trust,
My love for them just turned to dust.
I gave and gave, they bled me dry—
Now I can't even find the will to try.
They say you reap what you have sown,
But all I've grown is pain alone.
Why should I care? Why should I fight,
When no one sees me in the night?
So if my heart had ceased to beat,
I’d see it not as a defeat—
But just the end of being used,
Of being loyal and abused.
