B R O K E N

The fight is no longer worth it.

You win.

Are you satisfied? No.

You'll never be satisfied.

You took everything I had and turned it into hate.

A deep hatred that can't be broken.

Well, at least not broken like I am.

To say I feel nothing would be a lie.

I feel nothing but anguish.

I feel the pain of a thousand daggers digging into my heart.

They are rusted from the hearts you've stabbed before. 

I am not the first and certainly not the last.

But I gave you something no one else could. 

You weren’t worth the tears and sleepless nights.

The fight is over, I surrendered a long time ago.