My Lover Is A Serial Killer P2

I communicate,  I tell him how I feel,  But he shuts me out with a blockade,  Does he not care how I feel?  Well if he doesn't care then does he love me?  He doesn't love things about me,  Which is not loving me for me,  For those things he shuns me,  Making it hard to breathe,  I was in love with him,  He was my life and purpose,  At least I made sure to show what my worth is,  Now I'm alone and don't know what to do,  As I lay in my bed thinking about the lies he spewed,  Why the facade?  Why the blockades?  Why put up these barriers that will never fade?  It has now caused a destructive decay,  A treasure that could've been stolen,  Left and tossed aside,  Leaving me broken,  I contemplate suicide,  But I know my worth,  And I won't let my end be because of garbage,  Even if it makes me feel no worth,  I won't let my end be this hardship,  I was one of his victims,  Of his heartless murders,  Destroying my soul,  Trying to take it to barter,  I begin to sit and ponder,  Surely it wasn't just I, who was murdered,  There must of been another,  Someone before me who was also slaughtered,  Perhaps more than just one or two,  Maybe, it was quite a few, P3 NEXT