You Won’t Take Me

I watched you vanish past the front-door rain,

Your footsteps cut a trench through every frame.

I gave you my love, my trust, my name,

My pride laid bleeding in the wreckage of the blame.

I chased your shadow down the halls of sleep,

Through broken photographs and promises to keep.

You took the map that led me back to me,

Left me with a pulse and nothing left to be.

I was helpless as the door slammed shut,

A hollow chest where a heart once was.

But beneath the ash, beneath the scars,

Something is rising in the dark.

You took everything, but you won’t take me,

I’m the last flame burning where the wreckage used to be.

You broke my heart, but I still breathe,

I’ll build a life from the pieces you left in me.

You took everything, but you won’t take me.

Now I drag these days like chains across the floor,

A ghost in my own skin, staring at the door.

But stubborn isn’t weakness, it’s a spark beneath the stone,

And every breath I keep is one I claim as my own.

I was helpless when you walked away,

But I am not the ruin of that day.

With every scar and every mark,

I strike a match against the dark.

You took everything, but you won’t take me,

I’m the last flame burning where the wreckage used to be.

You broke my heart, but I still breathe,

I’ll build a life from the pieces you left in me.

You took everything, but you won’t take me.

No more kneeling at the edge of your goodbye,

No more calling your absence my life.

The hands you emptied are fists now,

The voice you buried is screaming out.

I am more than what you tore apart,

More than the ruins of a stolen heart.

You don’t own my blood!

You don’t own my bones!

You don’t own the years

I will live alone!

From the floor—RISE!

From the grave—WAKE!

I am not your ending!

I am my escape!

You took everything, but you won’t take me,

I’m the last flame burning where the wreckage used to be.

You broke my heart, but I still breathe,

I’ll build a life from the pieces you left in me.

You took everything, but you won’t take me.

You took everything, but you won’t take me.

I gave you my love, my trust, my pride,

But I kept one thing you could never take: my life.

The door is closed, the ashes clear,

I’m still here.

I’m still here.