Once, I thought he was so shallow.
Yet he hurt me... very deeply.
Drives the dagger inches further,
If I don't feel my pain discretely.
And why should I hide my anguish?
When from this pain he will not keep me.
To know my hurting nver ceases,
Causes him discomfort, only briefly.
Like a murderer who slays his victims.
It aggrevates him when my cries, he hears.
But he enjoys inflicting pain.
So he should carry every tear.
He desperately tries to ignore me.
He wishes I would dissapear.
Apon my death, he'll wish he listened.
For it will all become so clear.