I'm Done Now

Do you get some sort of pleasure hurting me?
Must you remind me that I wasn't worth your honesty?
Do you have to let me know that what we wanted together, you're getting?
I'm so tired of it all, tired of the reminders of what you did.
Every time I'm around you, I talk to you, I'm reminded.
There is no need for you to remind me in other ways.
And when I bring it up, you run and hide and refuse to get called out on your actions.
Just like before, you can't do any wrong, you're perfect.
I'm done with this, don't talk to me anymore and I'll not speak to you.
It just seems easier that way, seeing as you can't speak the truth anyway.
I thought that you had grown up and that you were done hurting me.
I guess I was wrong and that you had yet finished your fun.
Well, I'm finishing it for you because I'm done.
You're not my problem anymore and I don't need to deal with your trivial drama.
I'll live my life the way I want to, never giving you another thought.