Look at the damage

You did to me

The wounds, the cuts

The scars and bruises

I feel numb

Developed a cold heart

You must be proud

Of the monster you created,

Which I barely recognise.

It lives in me

It cries every night

Smile every day

Sleeps with a heavy heart

I hope karma

Reaches you well

As it is, my bitch

Not a snitch.