I Am Done Poem by Richard Lam

You treated me like a toy.
Baby, you left me with no choice.
I am done with your lame excuses, your many lies.
For once I'll get you out of my life.
Maybe for you it was just a game.
Soon I think you'll even forget my name.
But for me this wound is so hard to heal
Because every word I've said, everything I've done, they were all for real.
My heart became this target of torture
Many times over by darts you didn't care whether it's been punctured.
I am falling, plummeting, plunging
Like a plane without its pilot,
A boat without its compass.
Life was fine before you came.
Now I'm not sure if it'll be the same.