In the end, you did everything you could to destroy me.
I forgave you for everything you did.
But you still act like you're the victim.
In the end, it didn't matter how much I loved you.
It didn't matter how much of myself I sacrificed for you.
You could careless if I was even alive.
You did everything you could to push me to my breaking point.
And in the end you made me the villain.
The only thing I did wrong.
Was falling in love with you.
The rest you did yourself.
Because in the end.
You proved I was nothing, but an object for you to use how you liked.
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Poetry To Help Heal
PoetryThis isn't like my other poetry booklets, it's not twisted, horror, morbid or dark. It will most likely be depressing, but I've gone through a lot in the last several months, and writing is the only way I can deal and cope with it all. My poetry hel...
