Carry On, Vice!

Your torture and torment days are over, 
Leave me be. 
I used to love your pain we exchanged. 
Our love was a one-way street. 
The sensational feelings were not mutual. 
Positivity runs through my blood as of now. 
We were once friends...or so I thought. 
I'll find peace within my glory days of your riddance. 
If I miss you, my mistake. 
You were once wrapped around my bruised and scarred finger. 
My wrists gave in to your brutal violence. 
But not anymore. 
You're gone. 
You're out. 
Goodbye.