Power....? Poem by Paulina Varela

I'm tired of the pain
you've been forcefeeding me.
Drowning in the mind
that you left broken.
The game has ended
you left with firstplace.
Not this time as it starts once again
It is I who plays to win.
I'm not going to get your heart and rip it apart
I wont tryj to make you smile because it makes me sick
I wont care if I have you in my arms again
Im going to let you fall on your own.
This is because I dont need to do -skip- to bring you down
Your going to slip, fall and break on your own.