Will it be better

I've wrote a tons of letters
to admit my feels to you.
But you mock 'em and injured me
when I saw the poems rip.

They asked me for to be with you one week
and I- "the fool", agreed.
But you claimed that I was and now I am the weak
day after day, while maked me bleed.

I knew: you haven't got a light side
I knew: you won't never love me, too.
I'm just a girl-the series girl, who you lied...
The girl, who used.

I took the ripped words
and putted them together.
I'm weak, I'm fool, I'm nothing
but I'll live without you better.