Bad Times

Life you betrayed me

Left me in trauma 

Trauma of being me

Beginning in comma
Clingy and un-free.
Striving in bad times
Making me unholy.

Now I wait

For a full stop finally
Inside an adamant matrix,
 I'm killed subliminally;
Alive on the above
Rotting dead within.

Loving life my princess

You gave me bad times 

Noncumulative mathematically.

Killed me, exploring my tissues

Figuring out the cartilages,
Poking the entrails
Chomping on me ravenously
You ate away
Everything mechanically.