Was it fun? Was it fun when you held my arm tightly, refusing to let me go?
Did you enjoy my cries as I pleaded for you to let me go?
Did my tears serve their purpose as your entertainment?
Was it relieving when you choked me, hearing my gasps for breath?
Did you have fun messing with my head?
Did you take pleasure in my misery as I doubted myself and pushed everyone away from me?
As I cry myself to sleep at night, I pray that one day you'll let me go. I wish to the stars that you will get tired and let me love myself without anything in return. But right now I'll just be satisfied with the fact that however horrible you are, however my distress fuels you, however you taunt me, you still keep me company.
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And Life Goes On
RandomA collection of one shots, poetry, and monologues... Nah, I think they're just going to be drabbles. Really, really random. Disclaimer: The ideas may sometimes be inspired of some tumblr posts (because that's where I've been hiding for the past fe...
