Dejavu Poem by Wishing For Perfection

This has happened before.
Not once. Not Twice. But Many Times
Every time it gets worse and worse
The pain is greater, and the heartache increases.

With a heart cold as ice
No emotions what-so-ever
You take all that is important to me
Then throw it out like useless trash.

Watching like a hawk
Just waiting for a smile to peek through
Just waiting for me to be happy again
So you can pull it all out from under me

Laughing at my misery
Not a conscience at all
As you ruin my life
Day after Day, Night after Night
I begin to wonder 'why am I so weak?
So useless all the time? ', I have done no good

Slowly I lose all hope and have no reason to live
And now I know this will never happen again
As I slowly slip away from this cold-hearted world
Never to be heard again.