Emotional Suicide
Am I that horrid of a person?
To warrent this kind of treatment?
Tell me?
What the hell did I do?
To make you do something this. . .
Low!
This vile.
This. . .
Monsterous!
I'm sorry.
Is that what you all want to hear?
I'm sorry.
I'm sorry for all of this.
I'm sorry that I couldn't choose.
I'm sorry that I hurt them both.
I'm sorry that I hurt you all like this.
And I'm sorry that he loved me instead of you.
I could be as monsterous as you.
I could.
And you know it.
You know that I could destroy your world.
All I have to do is say one single thing.
And I could make you feel as low as I do.
Just one little sentence
But I won't.
I never will.
I will NOT become anything like you.
You're no longer white in my eyes.
Pury,
Gentle,
Kind,
Soft,
Loving.
Like fresh white snow.
How could you?
Why?
Just to hurt me,
You'd hurt them.
Humiliate them.
Are you proud?
Happy?
Because,
In my eyes,
You're nothing but a whore.
I'm not going to hide it.
I hate you right now.
I want to.
You've hurt me more than I though possible.
Brutally.
To the point
I want to just end it all.
That would just solve everything
All I have to do is
Is press a little harder.
But I won't.
That'd let you win.
Drama Queen, Right?
Whatever.
Right now,
I just don't give a damn.
Che cosa vedete
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