Those judging eyes, those crossed arms, that straight still body were showing me how defensie you were towards me. How cold you wanted to be towards me. How you wanted to push me over the edge and watch me fall in that endless hole of dispair. In fact I've been falling ever since that day...

You chewed me and spat me out. Walked on me and worn me down. Used me and then threw me away like a piece of trash you don't need anymore. I feel the bitter taste in my mouth taking over my whole body and making it go in a state of numbness. What have I done...What have you done? You stepped on my heart and cracked it open. I'm like a broken wound never to be healed. 

So let's take out final bow. Or not. Let me take this final bow for you to execute me. Just kill me, take away my breath like you used to so many times, but never give it back. Take my soul because I don't want to live anymore without the caring and protective you in my life. I don't want to see tomorrow without you by my side again. The excruciating pain is killing me and it's too much. Like a disease. It's eating my inside, slowly going to the surface, but making me suffer slowly and harder each minute I keep on living.

"Come on...I give in to you" I say lowly as you let out one of your well-known ironic breathed laughters.

"Give in to me? Have you forgotten already that I was the one who gave in to you first, when you gave up on me?"