I know you're wondering...though you'd never dare ask...what gave me the strength to leave you. I know it's eating at you; crawling underneath your skin. The independence you took pleasure in starving me of for so long is mine once again, and you can't stand it.
You were untouchable. Nothing I could ever do to you would strike you quite like you struck me. I tried to see someone else. I tried to give them my heart, and you laughed. I was already yours. I tried hurting you; I threw fists. But I only hurt myself. The scars and bruises never heal. You were immortal, until I learned what makes you weak - what you thrive on: control.
I was your puppet. But now, I'm cutting strings.