Did You? Poem by Joey Den

Living with this pain,
Stressful and close to death.
No one really cares,
I better become dead.
Left behind my youth,
I am slowly losing control.
How could you do that;
acting to be so rough?
My only inspiration was you,
My eyes are dull and I am blue.
Living in a hell will be better than you,
No satisfaction I will give,
No emotion I will free.
The game we play will be the best memory.
Living with this fear,
Painful and nothing is clear.
Turning back against you,
then will you notice me?
you gave me everything I need,
but you stole everything I seeked.
Did you enjoyed the scene,
when you broke all of my needs?