Everything I feared came true one day, Not with screams, but quiet decay. The things I prayed would never be real Became the wounds I learned to conceal. I warned my heart, I knew the signs, Still hoped fate would be kind this time. But every doubt I tried to outrun Was already written, already done. Now I don’t fear the dark or pain, Because I’ve lived what broke my faith. Everything I feared—I survived it too, But losing hope was the part that hurt most of all.