Well, you finally won. Just like you wanted. With a stroke of your hand you painted the masterpiece that is me. A hopeless husk given false hope over and over again. It is toxic the way you are. I know it is killing me inside but I insist on staying, You see it happening but you don't really see the damage you're inflicting on me. You make it seem that I have a chance. You build me up to towering heights. Only to tear me down again. I've already told you but you say it's okay. You say the pain is good. You say the hurt is a learning experience. Never again will I be the same. Never again will I be sane. All because of you. It began a happy and friendly story. Now it is just a torturous repetetive plot that has been long due for an ending. But I can't bring myself to end it. This isn't a love story. Although, if it isn't, why is it so addicting?
