Osborne

Descripción

Look at you… bleeding out like a dog for people who never noticed the leash. You spent your life holding the roof up with your bare hands—while they danced beneath it, never once looking up to see who kept the sky from falling. Hah! You called it duty… they called it normal. You were never enough, and still, you gave them everything. Now here you are—cold, cracked, forgotten. No cheers. No legacy. Just the aching silence of a man who mistook survival for purpose. You didn’t die a hero… you lived invisible. And that, my dear martyr, is the joke. They only see you now… because you’re no longer in their way.