You manipulated me enough for me to believe that you were all I ever needed, made me depend on you so much that I forgot who I was, I lost any sense of identity that I've ever had and ended up a robot in your sick game, the game you were always in control of.
Almost as if I was programmed to think of you before I do anything, like you implanted yourself so deep in my head that I couldn't move an inch without fearing of what you would think, how your tongue would sting me- how the venom would drip.
However, I think back and realize that you never really were there for me when I needed you the most, you only used me when I was beneficial to you, then you threw me to the side like I was absolutely nothing to you.
Nights when my pillow couldn't handle anymore tears, you never checked up on me, when sickness was eating at me and I couldn't move from my bed you didn't bother to ring my phone.
Sometimes I'd ask you to care and I beat myself up about it everyday, I can't believe I ever allowed myself to sound so weak in front of your uncaring eyes.
I'd bluntly tell you that I needed a strong shoulder to lean on and all you did was let me down.
Were you ever there for me?
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Emotional Torture.
ПоэзияCollection of poems and pieces written about daily struggles and tackling big world problems from the eyes of a teenager. Warning: Some chapters might be triggering. Triggers include: Suicide Eating disorder Self harm
