I'M Done Poem by Curry Bascue

How can I even say this?
How about quit it?
I’m tired of your empty promises.
I’m tired of missing you.
Things are fine until the subject takes surface.
Tell me,
What’s your purpose?
To make me upset?
Do you like to see my reactions after I see you lied?
Some type of ungodly satisfaction is what you get from this?
I’m done.
If I could swim and sink to the deepest crevice of the ocean,
I would.
If I could hide in a valley miles away from this,
I would.
You don’t understand.
And I don’t know if you care,
Or not.
Throw me a life line.
Because I am sinking,
And I don’t know who I will be when I emerge from the deep immersive sea.