You.

You. You know who you are. You drain me, you. You exhaust me. You suck the life out of me. You, who used to sustain me, who used to give me life, you who used to give me a purpose, you are a parasite. Latch on, is what you do. You latch on and you suck me dry. You haunt me when I sleep, when I replenish my lost energy, and when I awake, you drain me again. You, with your blue eyes, so convincing, so sad when they want to be, you take hold, and you control. You, so innocent and unaware, are taking my life out of thin air. You, strong and powerful, you have hands bigger than mine. You, with your strong biceps and fierce temper, you retaliate when I strike. You, you are stronger than I, and you hurt me more than I ever could. You. You are a presence. You are there, everyday, all the time, even when you're not. You make me happy. You make me cry. You give my life meaning, you suck it away. You parasite. I hate you. You.