Consumed by Madness

Tormented by your happiness because it cast me aside, I became an outsider and I watched over you from far away. Your contentment disgusts me because it contradicts all those promises you made when I was the love of you life. My sanity is being pushed closer to the edge it's slipping, I'm slipping, and it won't be long until I fall. With no one to catch me, my body will scatter along the ground. You're cruel, because you pride yourself on being the beautiful one, you mock my misery and you laugh as I crawl down further back into my pool of sorrow. I was always loyal and loved you unconditionally, all I did was gave you everything I could and no matter how much you hurt me I never betrayed you. Then I told you about my inner demons and you promised to help me beat them, you swore you would stay by my side and never leave. We took an oath of blood; it meant something, didn't it? I needed you more than anything and I trusted you most, ignoring the warnings because I trusted that you'd never leave, I was wrong. You left me with a razor in hand, tears dropping down, body shaking, mouth trembling. Alone, just me and this demon in me.
Without the courtesy of even easing my misery you pride yourself with your new found happiness, proclaiming your affection for her. I became the psycho that lurked in your nightmares, soon, from becoming the love of your life I became the one you focused all your consuming hate to. I'm the pathetic creature of doom, who bears pain and is consumed by grief. It became a mission to torment my existence even more because you're curious to see how destructive I can be. Then it gets to the point that I carry around my razor blade every where and my wound never stops bleeding. I shake, I shiver, I trembled, loosing so much blood and tears. Pain is so overwhelming, but I take it willingly with pure love. Your hate hurts like a cold blade running through my body, no more much much more. I'll endure it, I will be your puppet, your toy, you can watch me as I fall, oh puppet master cut my strings. Every moment of insufferable pain is worth it if it satisfies you.
I will settle for being this pathetic creature, with hopes that you will one day realize how much love there is in my weak heart. I hope it won't stop beating before then. Appreciation; that's all I hope for, but not what I'm asking for. My little heart hopes that you can perhaps settle for pity love, pity for she who has been waving at the end of your feet. She who has been a slave caged in loving you, who has swallowed the key to make sure she couldn't be freed, she loved you so much that she wanted to tie herself to you, to be a part of you.
With razor blades set in position, she questioned her master, she was his eternal slave.