This Is Not Finished

I will not shape my life to fit your mold. How could your heart be so ice cold!? You can't change me. You can't shape me. I will not be anything like you. I cannot believe the things i pushed myself to do. All for you. But now we stand on opposite sides. Enemies. You're a child of the day. I'm a child of the night. You no longer belong in my life. I'm sick of pretending. It's time for me to find some meaning. A purpose. So tired of tormenting my mind. I can no longer play this game. I know that you will not change. And neither will I. I have finally figured you out. I am finally able to truly be alive. I have finally wrapped myself completely around your mind. And now it's my time to leave. I tighten my fists, wrapped around my things. The only place that you'll be seeing me from now on, is in your dreams. So when you toss and turn in your bed all night and can't find a way to sleep. Just guess where I will be. So far away, without a trace of you running through my head. I've buried you in my mind. Do I have to say this again? You're dead. You can't sleep? You can't breathe? What can I do? What do you need? You can swallow your tongue. It has already turned to rust. The lies you have told cannot be undone. Choking on every breath just like it's your last. I can see right through you. Your lungs have turned to black and blue. Now that i'm not there, you abuse yourself. Swallow your tongue. Has the breathing gotten too hard? You can't feel your lungs? You can't feel anything? You're sinking. Drowning. You're being buried like an anchor at sea. Dropping to the bottom of the world. As these oceans suffocate your lungs. You're swallowing the nastiness that is your tongue. Your lungs smashed to pieces. There's nothing left. I am a slave. Shackled by chains. My heart never strays. No matter how many days. Days that we spend away. You're buried in the sea. I have cast you aside. I'll never understand how you meant so much to my life. Because as much as it hurts me. A part of you will always reside in my heart. Sometimes I cannot believe myself. I cannot help to hurt myself. I said that I would have waited for you forever. I'm a victim of a heart that never strays. You're dead. But still you punish me. Can someone please save me? If not, then just finish me off. We'll meet at the bottom of the sea. We'll never be apart. This is my death or my salvation. Am I a martyr or just another murder victim?