One thought of you is enough to leave the rest of the world behind,

Where did I go wrong, really? Sometimes, I wish I never met you, never knew you.

I am so tired of knocking together reasons and excuses for you, so fed up of trying to convince myself that you are not remotely what I think you are. I am so consumed by the fact that you are always pretending you are this in front of me yet you are that behind my back. At times, I would feel utterly dejected from the mere idea that you can't be honest with me and most of your words are merely lies to hide the truth.

Who are you?
Whatever or whoever. Up to here only please. I am at an end. I can't play your game, I am no match for you at all. You win, I surrender. Stop putting me through such pain and misery, please.

You're not a friend, you're a fiend.