I wake up, alone again.
This empty feeling, its eating me.
I don't know how much longer I'll last.
You finally did it.
You broke me. I hope you're happy.
Why is it, you think I'm a toy? What did I ever do to you? I gave you comfort, love, I was always by you. But you treated me like a toy. You played with me, you got bored of me, you broke me, you threw me out. Then you finally replaced me.
And all I ever wanted was to love you.
But now, as I look at the empty space in my bed, all I can think is,
Why did I let you get so close? Why did I let you hurt me? Why did I let you use me? Why did I let myself fall for you? And why did you have to ruin everything we even had?
But it doesn't matter. You don't care, and I am still stuck with this empty, broken, numb feeling. You don't care and you never did. To think, I actually fell for your act.
It doesn't matter anymore. I'm. Still. Hurt. You. Won't. Ever. Care.
Now, I'll hurt you.
For anyone who has been played with or toyed with. I know what its like. I understand your pain. I understand your anger. But it gets better. It'll get better. I am here, for anyone and everyone. Remember that.