The end.

And so it comes, she came to me today, telling me she was great. Not asking, still she found it wise to say, she did drugs again. Colapse! But wait!! there's more...
She did a guy too, charming. I'm paranoid, I admit, but she did it. She lived up to her expectations...
After punching in my bones in the wall, I walk off, determined, enter work... All shaking, like I just had a stroke, completly broken, she destoyed me. I'm a shallow empty man. I have nothing... worst day of my life, she wanted to make me feel the worst I ever felt. Kudos, she did it. But later on, I feel great! I feel free... Finaly, I know, she proved me, she never loved me, and I'm a fucking fool. This well is deep, and I hit bottom, but I'll climb up, cause up there, there's someone up there. Somewhere, I'll find peace. My eyes are heavy, all white nights I spent worrying of what might happen, happened. So I can sleep in peace tonight, cause I did my best, and my love is rare, and i don't want to lose it. There's one thing that conforts me, looking back, I'll see this as a learning experience, she'll see this as another fuck up she did, but this time, she'll miss it, cause she won't find love anywere. She's not loavable, she's fuckable, and I loved that snake, and she'll miss that. Not only did she lose love, she lost something real special, a great love. She once told me, I was the love of her life. She treated me like I was dirt, when she realises she was right, and I was the love of her life, I'll be long gone.
Goodbye my love, it's been awful...