Locked Out

I’m done pretending it doesn’t sting,

done acting calm when my chest still burns.

People slam doors like it’s nothing

and I’m left wondering what lesson I was supposed to learn.

No warning, no truth, no closure

just silence thick as tar.

You cut me out, erased me clean,

like I never mattered, like I’m not who I am so far.

What crime did I commit this time?

Was I too honest? Too real? Too loud?

Did my loyalty make you nervous,

while you hid behind your crowd?

I gave you heart, you gave me walls.

I spoke, you ghosted, let me fall.

Now I’m supposed to take it kindly,

pretend I don’t care at all.

I’m angry

yeah, furious

because I deserved a word, a reason, a damn goodbye.

Not this empty guessing game,

not this cold and quiet lie.

You don’t get to claim the moral high ground

when you vanish without cause.

You don’t get to call it “space” or “boundaries”

when all you did was press pause.

I’m not your afterthought, your backup plan,

your friend of convenience or choice.

You shut me out for no good reason

but you’ll still hear my voice.

I’m done knocking on locked doors.

I’m done bleeding for the mute.

Your silence says enough for both of us

and I refuse to call it truth.