You put me through this hell, this fucking agony. You kept me away from all your friends and your family.
I spent the best months of my life wondering if yours was going to end. With each and every threat you
pushed me closer to the edge.
Do you remember the night I put that knife to my throat and pleaded you not to say my fucking name.
But when it comes to loving you, pain is all the same. I smoke and drink everyday just to numb the pain.
But I still feel the fucking same.
"Dooset daram eshghe man" is the last thing you fucking said to me. If you think this is over, yeah you're right,
we were never meant to fucking be.
* I don't know how you sleep at night, always sick, and causing fights. Wherever you may go, I'll always be happy
to know that I'm better off alone. *
I'm struggling to fucking see, because whenever I open my eyes, you're standing there, right in front of me.
Reminding me of how we used to be, sad and depressed, is not how I want to remember the end of you and me.