No More

You made me cry so many times.

But no more will you see me shed one tear from my eyes.

My pain and suffering you get great pleasure from.

To see me bruised and Beaten; you love it.

Just standing there and taking it in as though nothing ever happened.

So happy to see that you got to me.

I look a pone your face and see.

Not a trace of remorse.

But instead it’s pleasure for to see.

That you got to me.

As for the tears and pain a pone my face that you see.

Is the last time.

That you will ever see.

How you have broken me.