You tied me down, and slit my throat,
to see my veins and hear me choke.  

You blamed me for all of the problems you could no longer bare,
Long story short, I don't want to care.

My days and nights will continue to carry on,
and before you'll ever scream for me back,
I will already be gone.

Love doesn't live here,
It never lied in your bed.
It only consumed the weakness, we both harbored instead.

If doing wrong by me wasn't your intent,
then how am I drowning in your pool of regret?

I have become numb to your hurtful words,
and I am equipped for my own battle,
Daggers firmly placed at each side,
I'm ready for the banter.

My hands are now alone,
and this tale is becoming old.

Your gut is as weak as the knees,
of decapitated fleas,
and your soul is so mean,
WHAT DO YOU WANT FROM ME?