For all the times I hated myself,
For all the lies that came out of your mouth,
For all the pain I ever felt,
For all the punches below the belt,
For all the times I had to fight,
For all the tears I cried at night,
For all the scars I inserted,
For all the secrets you blurted,
For all the times I took your part,
For all the times you broke my heart,
For all the times we were involved,
For all the problems unresolved,
For all the wounds that never healed,
For all the parts of me you killed,
For all this time I lived in the past,
From this time on I am free at last.
Wrote this poem at 3. am