How Can You Do This To Me Poem by Midnight Writer

All these images in my head drive me over the mental edge. How did you do this to me?
I opened up completely and let you in, loved you all the way, and then you pulled away.
Why did you do this to me? I could read your mind, and I felt your soul, but I never saw that demon hiding in the shadow. I walked into the trap with no guard up, and now I can’t get up from your heavy blow.

I can’t find any relief from the bottle, or other women, nothing will take away this pain.
It’s the baggage you’ve left with me. Tell me why did you do this to me?

I wish you would scream at me. I wish you would hit me, but in the end I wish you’d tell me you love me.
Walk away, run from me, and talk about me, but in the end come back to me.

Life doesn’t seem so interesting anymore, and everyone has become a bore. That light has faded once again and I’ve let you have the control over me. So once again I ask how can you do this to me?