I did not break the glass, but I bled to sweep the floor,
I took the blame so you could walk untethered through the door.
I wore your heavy secrets, I swallowed down your shame,
And let the world believe that I was the one to blame.
But a shield becomes a target when the battle fades away,
And the sins I hid to save you are the ones you use today.
You rewrote the history, you sanitized your hands,
And left me in the wasteland of the lies you now demand.
There is no deeper silence than a house that turns its back,
On the man who burned his own bridge to keep yours on the track.
You punish me for memories that you refuse to keep,
And lock me in the shadows where the innocent can't sleep.
I carry it without a word, the phantom of your guilt,
Exiled from the very home my quiet shoulders built.
To bear the cross for those you love, and then be left alone—
That is a kind of breaking that a stone has never known.