Dear Ana,
you don’t know the pain you caused,
you don’t know how much I lost.
I was driven, everyday,
to the point of insanity.
I couldn’t see, you closed my eyes,
you taught me how to self-despise.
You forced me into secrecy,
I was fading but no one could see.

Dear Ana, you made life hell to live,
no matter what help they were willing to give.
I cried alone every night,
to wake the next morning with you to fight.
What wouldn’t I have given just to die,
and several times I did try.
But you wanted me for your own,
to watch me slowly die with your heart so cold.

Dear Ana,
this to you I write,
my hatred for you despite.
A long road I traveled next to you,
its been, I believe, a year or two.
And as I write this, I laugh inside;
Hey Ana-I’m saying goodbye.