a poem i found, but no clue who its by

Step by step just trying to take it slow. So many memories around me, can't close my eyes as all i see is you. How could you have been so cruel? How could you be so selfish? Was it all lies? Lies to you or lies to me? Did you mean to hurt me? Did you know you were killing me? So many times i begged you to stop. I begged you to be certain. Begged you to know what you were doing to me. You were killing me. You knew you were. I listened to your sorrows. I held you when you cried. I was there to pick you up when you fell to pieces. I fixed you and lost myself along the way. I tried to let you go. Asked you to stay away. You came back and destroyed my soul. Broke my heart. i hope you are happy now. i hope you are proud. You say you want to make me happy. Do you think I am now? I listened to your sorrows. I held you when you cried. I was there to pick you up when you fell to pieces. I fixed you and lost myself along the way. And I am still lost, can't see the path. It's over now. In so many ways - it's over now. i hope you are happy now. i hope you are proud.

KiSSiNG iS A HABiT. FuCKiNG iS A GAME. GUYS GET ALL THE PLEASURE. GiRLS GET ALL THE PAiN. HE SAYS HE L0VES Y0U, Y0U BELiEVE iTS TRUE. BUT WHEN Y0UR ST0MACHE STARTS T0 SWELL, HE SAYS 'HELL WiTH Y0U" SiXTEEN MiNUTES 0F PLEASURE, NiNE M0NTHS 0F PAiN, THREE DAYS iN THE H0SPiTAL AND A BABY WiTH N0 LAST NAME. THE BABY iS A BASTARD, THE M0THER iS A WH0RE. iT NEVER W0ULD HAVE HAPPENED iF THE RUBBER HADN'T T0RN - unknown author

"You can tell from the scars on my arms and the cracks in my hips and the dents in my car and the blisters on my lips that I'm not the carefullest of girls. You can tell from the glass on the floor and the strings that are breaking and they keep on breaking more and it looks like I am shaking but it's just the temperature. And then again is I were any colder I could disengage, if I were any older, I would act my age but it's not the way I'm mean to be, it's just the way the operation made me. And you can tell from the state of my room that they let me out to soon and the pills that I ate came a couple weeks to late and I've got some issues to work through. There I go again, pretending to be you. Making believe that I have a soul beneath the surface, tyring to convince you it was accidentally on purpose. I am not so serious, this passion is a plagiarism. I might join your century but only on a rare occasion. I was taken out before the labor pains set in and now behold the world's worst accident, I am the Girl Anachronism. And you can tell from the red in my eyes and the bruises on my thighs and the knots in my hair and the bathtub full of flies that I'm not right now at all, there I go again, pretending that I'll fall. Don't call the doctors, they've seen it all before. They'll say, 'Just let her crash and burn, she'll learn; the attention just encourages her.' And you can tell from the full body cast that you're sorry that you asked and you did anything you could like any decent person would. But I might be catching so don't touch. You'll start believing you're immune to gravity and stuff. Don't get me wet because the bandages will all come off. And you can tell from the smoke at the stake that the current state is critical.Well it is the little things, for instance: in the time it takes to break it she can make up ten excuses: please excuse her for the day, its just the way the medication makes her... I dont necessarily believe there is a cure for this  so I might join your century but only as a doubtful guest I was too precarious removed as a caesarian;  behold the world's worst accident"
I AM THE GIRL ANACHRONISM

-The Dresden Dolls, Girl Anachronism

just when youve had enough life gives you more. just when you think its rained enough it Starts tO Fuckin Pour'