Goodbye Misery

Misery loves company,

so you pull up a chair

and whisper our names like secrets

you’re dying to share.

You think walls are deaf,

that distance makes you safe,

but sound has a way of traveling

when hatred leaves a trace.

We hear you.

Every laugh you fake,

every lie you dress up as concern,

every knife you sharpen with a smile

and swear you never meant to burn.

You talk real loud for someone

who swears they’re “unbothered,”

real brave behind closed doors,

real small when confronted.

You feed off the downfall,

sip poison like it’s wine,

because seeing us still standing

messes with your mind.

Say it again

slow,

clear, with your chest.

We’ve been listening the whole time,

you were never slick,

you were never the best.

Misery loves company,

but we refuse the invite.

Keep our names out your mouth

or learn what echoes bite.

We hear the shit you talk

always have, always will.

The difference is this time?

We’re done being quiet.