Why must you rip me up and throw me away,
To the extreme point where I can no longer stay?
With my mind, heart, and emotions you always wish to play,
And so you torment my life and the joy that is mine you delay.

If my life's a book you sit there ripping every happy page,
So with that I grow stronger and shall learn to surpass this stage.
You keep me trapped with insanity in this dark and lonesome cage,
I will escape and break through this built up rage.

All of this anger and torment inside me, I get fatter,
But you treating me useless and repulsive is the main matter.
My hollow heart beating sounds nothing more than an eerie clatter,
Because of you my blood will no longer flow but it does painfully splatter.

Everything I've been told has been nothing but lies,
Though it is my existance you seek to be the one that dies.
It shall be my soul that shall reach the skies,
Blinded you are now but my victory shall be the one that flies.