The Best Parts of This Have Come and Gone

You still don't understand,
All that you've done,
All this trouble at hand,
And how this war can't be won.

You made your own Hell,
As have I,
The difference is simple to tell,
In mine to escape I try.

You don't seen to want out,
You just want to pull me back in,
That is what this is all about,
It is your sin.

I don't care about you,
I am not that pathetic,
And that will always be true,
For you are so fake and aesthetic.

You can hold it against me,
I'm still stronger without you,
You need to see,
That you need to learn to let go on cue.

I've let you walk all over me,
Enough in the past,
I won't let it be,
I won't let it last.

For you mean nothing,
All you cause is pain,
You don't mean something,
And your attempt to argue is vain.