when blood is an alibi

I thought love supposed to be divine while you give a life. Not all true, not all said and written is real.

After every sadness you give to me, I forgive you. But you always hurt me like I am a robot.
I always do what you say even though you treat me as a slave, a worldly slave.
You dumped me, you do not want me anymore. But please treat me at least like who I should be.
I have always tried to love you even though my sense of hatred is stronger upon  you. I have tried, why do you always make it harder for me to love you?



Why do you want to hurt me? Kill me if you want, if you think that me being present in the world is no longer worth it. Take my life off my soul and send me to either heaven or hell. I will be happier that way than you treating me this way.




Just so you know, I am unhappy. I am trying to carve smile, I am trying to fake a life. If you think I am still nothing, be it, make it done, do things you think is better.
My blood, your blood both unreal and sinful.