I loved you. I loved you so much it consumed by entire being. I loved you so much I could barely breathe. You consumed my entire being, which is why I let you treat me the way you did.  I don't know what kind of gain you got from destroying me and making me do the things you made me do. What gain was found from hurting me over and over and over again, and I hope no one else has to go through that. I waited for you, gave you more than just a second chance, stuck around for you. I gave you everything I had and left you with every single last goddamn thing I had. And you took it all without a fucking care in the world, all of it leaving me in ruins. I tried to hang on, because I thought you were worth it, but I was terribly wrong. But one day I knew, and I felt it fall apart because I didn't give in anymore. And I was tired of not hearing the 'I love you's and the 'i miss you's. But the news is that I hope you fucking miss me. Once I would've given my last breath to hear you say them to me. So I hope you see me so fucking happy that I might explode and I hope it kills you. Hope it digs deep and makes you realize what a big fucking mistake you made. I hope you fall on the floor and drop to your knees and feel the air being sucked out of your lungs, not being able to breathe. Because I gave you the world, and gave you more than I should've because I convinced myself your abuse was okay, and this was how you made me feel and I hope you experience it. You don't deserve me, you never did. Fuck you.