Companionship is a journey.
It doesn't always end in happiness.
It tears you apart beyond
Recognition.
It gnaws at your emotions
And illuminates your sorrow.
Each day you struggle
With redundant pain, and
Weakness.
It is a roller coaster
With a fall in its track,
Where all emotions are mangles,
Where confusion is born,
Where regret is born.
You weren't a friend.
You were a lie.
Through revelations I see
You hated every bit,
Every idea of mine
From the start.
I see who you really are,
You sadistic caretaker of hate,
You become so heavy
I can no longer feed you
My weakness.
It's time for me to move on.