The last one, for you.

Everything I've built with heart
I've burnt it to the ground
And scattered any remains
So they could not be found

And all these memories are tainted
Torn, and ruined, stained with tears
Dilapidated walls that
hold scars beyond their years.

And I used to believe I was cursed
That I was empty and unearthed
That no life could stem from me
And give birth to self-worth

But I've found within these pages
That those words are twisted lies
That hypnotic repetition
That you used to bait the line
And I took it thinking I was strong
But that's okay with me
Because in the end it wasn't me
But you that dealt the cards
And came out shallow and weak.

They say we reap the things we sow
Well I finally saw the light for what it is
And found the strength to let you go. ..
So these are the last words I'll pen in your name
I do hope they stay with you
Because words are all you'll ever have
If you never find yourself in you.