Black Butterflies; Sonnet 2

All I have ever known has gone to rot.
Burning; Set ablaze by one I trusted.
Stabbed in the back by a needle rusted.
Continue in my life, that I cannot.
Someone might call me pathetic and weak
And that I just need to deal with the ache.
That I just need to "learn from my mistake,"
Like I chose to be victim of a freak!
I would have given him everything.
Anything I had. Had he only asked. 
He would have never had to be unmasked
But my angel willing clipped his wing.
     I know, to hurt me was his only goal.
     But still my heart dies with the love he stole.