Simple words can't describe how I feel,
the pain you cost is more than real.
Physically, emotionally, you left bruises,
a pinch in the arm, there's more to lose.
The way you treat me,
why do I deserve?
what did I ever do,
but to be left alone?
I'd like to hurt you,
like many times you did,
you would wound me once again,
before my pain has eased.
Afterwards, you might regret,
that I'll hate you, you'll be sorry,
you come for me for forgiveness,
but all you'll find is my emptiness.
And so it goes on and on,
I become weak, and you strong,
I'm stopping it now, saving myself,
You'll regret it when I'm gone.
