Why oh why

do you treat me this way?

Can’t you see

that you are hurting me?

Childish notions are all I get.

I feel as if I’m caught

in a tight webbed net.

I wish I could hate you,

but it isn’t in me to hate,

especially not my own mate.

I feel like such a fool,

but I allowed myself

to be your tool.

Over and over

I keep telling myself

that this isn’t healthy for me,

but up until now

I haven’t cared.

I just wanted to be free,

Making my own choices,

even if it was the death of me.

You are not worth

me hurting myself.

I should have seen it long ago.

I should have walked out and slammed the door.

Thinking I could handle it,

I carried on

right into the pit.

You have taken my heart

and squeezed the very life out of it.

You do not deserve

to gaze upon my face.

Your priviledges have become trace.

There is no need for you to know

how I am doing or where I’ve been.

There is nothing left for us to mend.

We just obviously do not blend.

This time it has got to end.

I’m at a crossroads in my life,

and whatever I decide,

I can’t live with strife

being your wife.