There were always signs The lies you constantly told The way you treated others The lack of respect for yourself But I looked past that Tried to see the good I refused to believe Even if it was right in front of me The way you yelled at me Called me every bad name Or how I was the blame For everything bad that happened Constantly deflecting the truth Constantly playing the victim Constantly acting like a child When things didn’t go your way The manipulation was real Wasn’t more real than the struggle The struggle to get away From the lies and victim blaming My heart has gone cold. My well has run dry. I’m broken down and tired And can no longer cry. He shut the door wide open.