The Revival Saga Part II: Anger

As I walk down through my basement of dark memories and take a glimpse at these grotesque skeletons in my closet that I've kept locked up and no one knows about them so sit back and let me tell you a story about them individually, and listen very carefully about how these got here.
Let's take a trip down memory lane when the sun was shining, the birds were singing, you were my Prince Charming, when I had stars in my eyes; Back to when you were everything to me.  
When you were my heart and soul, when every day you made me feel whole and you couldn't do wrong in my eyes. I thought I finally found the missing piece that I've been looking for all my life but to come to realize you were just like every other man that has come and gone into my life.
You promised you'd love me and would be with me for all time whether friend or lover, you said you'd be here for me no matter what.
But when shit hit the fan you ducked and ran and didn't act like the man I thought you were.  
Thinkin' it was real smart to hide that second 'gram from me thinkin' like I wasn't going to find out all your dirty laundry.  
Had more receipts on you than a cashier, got more evidence that you was trifling good for nothing, dirty motha fucker than a private investigator.  
Thought you were slick when you had me but went off and moved onto my friend to look for any bitch who was willing to give ya fun sized Tootise pop stick a lick.
You made me so sick that not even a doctor could cure this away.
You weren't real and you weren't loyal because your love was limited while mine was endless. You didn't love me hard enough nor were you determined to be with me enough.  
As we travel down further memory lane I'd like to introduce you to another skeleton of mine that I've been hurt by, he was my friend and someone that I thought I could trust.
A man I saw myself in when I first fell in love with, as he charmed his way into my life like a rattle snake slithering it's way to attack its prey, he catered to my ego so good you would think he was a part time used car salesman.
He would used to tell me how beautiful I was, told me I deserved better, that he loved my curves, and thought my lips looked so soft and full.
He said he wanted be with me and promised he'd never hurt me, he was full of shit.
Boy I was so stupid for trusting him, I was so weak for putting myself out there.
I poured my heart out to him and gave him the fortune and lust but I guess it wasn't enough.
He took off like he was training for a marathon and ghosted me every time I tried to reach him I was dialing his number a thousand times till I had to realize he played me and wasn't truthful about all the things he said. He lied through his teeth when he told me " trust me" when really should've never let him into my door or better yet I should've never let him into my life, a year later he pops back up like a cockroach and acts all brand new as if we never knew each other like you weren't up in my house kissing me n' touching me and telling me you wanted me with your hands all up on me.
Can't trust no one, everyone around me is always out to get me and wants a piece of me even those that are supposed to be my blood.
You gave me life and you betrayed me in so many different ways to cover your own ass, you would make me lie for you and try to take the blame for everything you did.
All your stupid mistakes, all your stunts, all the bullshit you put me through I had to witness it and bare it because I didn't want you to ever get in trouble, but you never cared 'cause you'd always tell me I was worthless and I can't do anything right.
You'd say I was the reason for all of our fights, but how could I be when all I want is for us to stop fighting and not be swinging at each other, cussing each other out, then ending with me crying and wishing I wasn't alive because you make me feel like my life is meaningless.  
So many countless times you took my trust for granted with each hit that I felt to the times you called out my name to the times you shamed me in front of an audience to stroke your ego, you were a sadist at best, but at the same moment I give nothing but love and respect.