Torture; Blinded By "Love"

Even though I am breathing i do not feel alive
I changed myself to be better for him, to fit his standards
The longer i was with him, I lost touch with what was real
Yet every time he came back, like a fool, I fell back into his arms
It was all a show, but unlike the movies, we did not fall in love for real
I loved him, the love i had for him was not mutual
I couldn't break the cycle, I couldn't break free
I couldn't cut the ties, break the shackles that were so tight around my wrists I started to bleed
The blood that flowed down my arm let me know I was alive
But would it be so bad if I wasn't..?