I'm calling you from a bottomless pit. A hell hole of pain and misinterpretation. I called your name and screamed for help, and although what appeared to be you came, your love for me didn't. Only the anger that you kept bottled up did. Your anger with the world, and you used it on me. I loved you and you shot me with your arrows. I needed you. But all I was to you was a plaything.
