# // this is the end of me //  

**Published by:** [Knepala](https://paragraph.com/@knepala/)
**Published on:** 2025-04-01
**URL:** https://paragraph.com/@knepala/this-is-the-end-of-me

## Content

I never asked to be the one who carried it all but here I am— spine cracked under silence, eyes wide open in the dark I am not perfect never claimed to be but I was honest in ways that burned holes through comfort and maybe that was the problem Pain doesn’t just visit me—it moved in built a home in the corners of my lungs whispers lullabies while it sharpens its teeth I carry things I never broke I kill parts of myself just to keep others whole I smile with blood in my mouth because no one wants to hear screaming anymore This is the end of me— not a blaze, not a cry, just a quiet folding in a surrender not to peace, but to weight This is my only regret: that I loved louder than I screamed and no one heard either one Let them remember me as fire as steel as the ghost that would not beg I didn’t ask to survive this but I did and I hate that I did.

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