My tears stain the paper I write on. This wretchèd curse, far worse than I ever could have imagined, is tearing my mind, heart and soul to pieces. But you just stand there and watch as if I am nothing to you, as if every word you've ever told me was a lie. At this point, I'm starting to believe that lies was all our relationship was built off of. You used me, tossed me to the ground, only to come back, trying to use me again. I am done with the games that keep you so entertained and I am done being your puppet. I can do so much better than you yet for some reason I keep crawling back, begging for more. The gashes on my heart that you have left are far deeper than I ever could have imagined.