The Break Down

As i wait here longing for my end. This end you wished for this breaking to the point of beats and bruises on my soul, you tried so hard to break me to make me into a molded image you longed for me to be but as you feared I began to break the molded image you placed me in. The screams come and you say how much I dissapoint you and the break down begins in which no one sings and no feelings are shown because this point is so unknown to both of us, why you wanted to make me different I do not care nor know and I was never bothered by the changes you tried to make because I knew they would never happen so this was your break down now do us all a favor and fall and never call.