The pain I felt when I would think of you, that's gone now. Every single memory of you I had hits me like a wreaking ball. Anger is the only emotion I have towards you anymore. You used to be the one punching walls. You used to be the one with the clenched fists and red face. But the tides have turned. Now I just lay down with ****** knuckles and tears streaming down my face as I let every single knife you stabbed in my back go deeper and deeper. One day, I won't be able to breathe from burning my lungs with cigarettes. One day, I'll take too many pills because they were always nicer to me than you were. One day, I'll stop I castracising all these wounds, only to leave more. One by one the people in my life will drop like flies, just as you did. One day, I will be gone, and no one will care.