The Pain of Me

I don’t understand why you could have told me but you chose to lie.
Why are you doing this to me?
You want to torture me.
You want to make me cry.
You enjoy seeing my pain.
Well Im sick of it.
I wish you’d get hit by a train.
At least then you couldn’t keep hurting me.
I wish I could punch and hit you until you bleed.
I want you to feel the same pain you gave to me.