For so long, I wasn't angry... But now?
Now I understand that what we had was unhealthy.
Instead of making me better, you were making me ill.
It was an disease, a cancer that I couldn't rid myself of.
You were a tumor of the heart.
No amount of chemotherapy could diminish your size.
So I'm left with this aching pain in the center of my chest.
Extract it, burn it, **** it please.
**I just want you gone.