Finally

You're crying again, begging me to stay, saying you need me; but I'm used to it now.

You'll always say that, but do you ever honestly mean it? What the hell do you need me for, anyway? You're the one who won't let me hold you, the one who won't tell me what's wrong 'til I start hurting you.

Am I suffocating you? Deal with it.

You're the one acting like you don't need me, like you really don't care. I gave you my trust, and what did you do? You shoved it in the dirt, stomped on it and kicked it back into my face.

What were you thinking? Were you thinking? This isn't even a relationship anymore. It's a nuisance.

I can't embellish everything like you can, I can't candy-coat my words to make them sound sweet. You've always known that, haven't you? You hate me for it, too. You're always saying how I'm too logical, I'm too critical. You hypocrite. You needed me to change, even if you never admitted it.
And then you said you changed for me? All you did was get worse.

I'm sick of this crap, you know? I'm sick of having to be there when you obviously don't want me to be. I'm sick of having to fix everything only because you still don't know how.

Maybe I really don't love you anymore. I know I did, once. I did, with all my heart. I can at least promise you that. You've lied to me more times than I've ever broken promises to you, you know.

You were worth something to me once, a forever ago. You were worth everything to me; more than myself. I thought you'd be the one to fix everything, to make me alright. I guess I was wrong, wasn't I? We both know I'm not making that mistake again.

You were an amazing screwup; you were the best mistake of my life. But I don't want to hold you down anymore, and I'm tired of getting hurt.

You're crying again, but I'm sick of it now.