Masterpiece

I'm tired of living with this pain
when will it ease,
it doesn't seem to have an end
My life will end, there's no way to avoid it
but I hope this is over before that
No one is worth this,
not even if I love you
But I can't take your taunting words anymore
you play me like an instrument,
every single key creating a different feel
all of them less or more evidently painful
Let go of me
don't want to write your masterpiece

I'm coming to an end of me
I can't keep up with this pace
and my life will run out
like the sea makes the cliffs crumble
I could survive, I could have hope
but you're not worth fighthing through this
only to see better days
My soul has written you a song
and you've made me sing it, play it
on constant replay
Only that it hurts, hurts me deep
I don't want my suffering to please you in any way

This will have to end before I die
so that I can at least rest in peace
You're not worth this,
even if I used to love you

Busy with exams yet have more ideas than for ages.