• I loved you,
    but that never was enough.

    You didn't care about me.
    You never loved me.
    You just pretended,
    to get what you wanted.

    At least...
    just towards the end.

    In the beginning,
    you were my everything:
    The soothing voice through the night—
    the arms that held me tight—
    you kept me together.

    Once—
    twice—
    three's a charm,
    but you keep coming back
    to me.
    Have you no conscience?
    Do you enjoy hurting me?
    Do you like seeing me in pain?
    What sick pleasure does it give you?

    Please,
    Mr. Sadist:
    GO AWAY.
    Leave me alone,
    to lick my wounds,
    in peace...

    You've cut me deep enough
    already.