The engraving sense of humor and branding criticism,
The laughs we shared and the tears I cried because of you.

The massacre of my emotions and the constant belittling,
But I looked up to you.

The lies. The betrayal. The falseness.
The uneasy tone in your voice when you apologized.

The tears you cried when you realized you where a bad person,
But quickly got over it when you got your next fix.

Why does it hurt you so badly that I am not like you,
That I have not fallen to your lows?