Contrary to Popular Belief

No, I'm not masochistic, I don't enjoy pain and agony of any kind.
I feel wounded; I AM wounded, thanks so much for that.
Leave me, not another word,
just good bye and never see you again.
But of course I’ll see you;
I'll see you when the tears flow and I start to reminisce.
That'll be the only time I see you though

No, I don't like to be lied to, not a single truth seemed to have been told
So confused and lost, not sure what is what
Not sure what was true and what was lies
Do I want lies or not another word, just a disappearance?
What awesome options, either one is a stab to the chest.
Does it matter to you?
Do you really care, or is it just another lie?
Just another false pretext.

You don't even understand, do you?
The pain I felt, the agony, even the numbness
At least with the numbness I didn't feel anything,
Would you wish that for me, would you wish me to feel nothing?
Or do you WANT me to feel the pain, the loss?
Did you really want it to hurt?

If this was your plan all along, then congrats!
You accomplished it; you won me over
Had me fall for you hard, had me thinking you were there to catch me.
I'll even give you the satisfaction of admitting it hurt
When you ripped my heart out and left it to rot.
Awesome for you, I officially hate you.
Your goal has been accomplished, now leave,
Go torture someone else and leave what's left of me alone!

Author's Note

I was a little pissy...