I didn't live, I survived you.

every now and then I think about you not about how you did me wrong although u made me feel blue you had me trapped in a cube making the cube go smaller as your ego grew stronger I thought that maybe you had some type of sympathy you made me suffer silently I didn't live, I survived you. it disturbs my mind hearing ur distant voice as I say "what exactly do u want from me?" nothing happens. I sacrificed. what else can fill your longing desires? but there is nothing else left of me. still as I say to my weak-self I didn't live, I survived you.