At Fate's Hands

You weren't worth the time,
or the effort that I put in;
To be able to call you mine. 
Yet the words you've said;
Are left running wild,
inside of my head. 
I told myself
that I wouldn't do this;
You aren't worth the hell.
You shouldn't be worth
All of this anger;
that's coming forth. 
All the while,
there's still the pain;
Hidden behind this smile. 
I'd give just about anything,
to tear you from this memory;
That I've been carrying.
It's a heavy weight,
and I'm no champion;
When it comes to the hands of fate.
I'll get back up,
after being knocked down;
Because this tea's just not my cup. 
Boot on my throat,
I hear those words;
And I start to choke. 
Boot on my throat,
Passive aggressive tone,
Then I feel the final blow. 
You were never worth the time,
or the effort that I placed;
To be able to call you mine. 
One day these words in my head,
Won't be the echo;
Of something you once said. 
I won't hate myself,
The unfiltered trauma,
Is already my own hell.
But for now;
It's boot on my throat. 
And I hear those words,
So I start to choke.
Boot on my throat,
Passive aggressive tone,
Then I feel the final blow.