At times I would push my feelings aside to let you feel.

I feel like I've given up so much for my Danna. I've neglected my life just to make sure his is perfect. Is it stupid? Is it naïve? The answer, I believe, would be yes. It's stupid. It's stupid and I just can't stand it anymore. He can go find happiness somewhere else; I'm young and beautiful and surely I can do better. Screw him.

You've made me so numb, I can't feel much for you anymore.
I loved him. I really did. With all of my heart. He meant the world to me. But now, he himself has made me hate him. Is it self defence? I don't know and, quite honestly, I do not care. He can adore me all he wants, but I can't love him anymore. He's locked my feelings away somewhere like he has his own.
I might have cried, but the tears were silent inside you see.

I always pretended around him. Pretended to be happy when I wasn't. Pretended to enjoy things I didn't. I wanted to be his perfect little puppet in our play of love. How childish my dreams are... I can never be perfect in his eyes. No, no, brat, smile wider, be quieter, moan louder...
You called me names, made me feel like I was dumb.

'Brat'. What the hell was that about? How could he think he could just insult me like that on a regular basis? Perhaps he did it out of habit, but what does it matter? He looks down on me. He always has and always will. He thinks he's better than me in some way. Silly. I have a certain natural charm; everyone likes me. I can have anyone and anything. What has he got? A bunch of dusty old puppets and the belief that he's somehow 'eternal'? Pathetic.

I didn't feel a thing, and now I'm gone, gone, gone.

I din't notice it at the point. I thought we had a wonderful relationship. Speaking of which, I'm not sure when it stopped being a relationship and turned into slavery. He was so kind at first; a sugary sweet cover for his sadistic soul. When I finally realized what he was like, it was too late. He had me on his hook; all he had left to do was to reel me in.

Like a battered child, I got used to your pain.

The funny part is, I didn't really mind. I let him treat me as he wished because the rest was so enjoyable. Silly me; I should've known better than to think that that would be enough to make it up. It's not that he doesn't care about me; I know for a fact that he does. No, the problem is that he doesn't want to. I think that's why he treats me like this. But what does it matter now? He's on his own now. I am not putting up with this.

I mean, to think that he dared go and get himself killed after all I've done for him!