How to break a doll

Jan 20, 2008 16:01

So, I broke you. I never thought I'd see you this cynical. You want to leave the country, and never speak to me again. You deny yourself a relationship with someone that would work for you, because it would work. And your terrified of happiness. Your terrified that without your depression you won't be able to acheive what you feel you need too to be someone worthy of being.

You hated me. You hate me still. You still love me, you hold back from saying something you want too, but is probably a bad idea. It's just a CD. It was just a CD that ment something to me, so I wanted back. But you won't give it too me, because you say that it represents you not caving to me. I didn't realise you considered talking to me to be caving to me. You say that you wanted to shut me out of your life completely, but want to be my best friend, and you hope I'm happy with my girlfriend. I believe you when you say it.

And I am so sorry. I will never be as sorry as I am right now. I broke you, I tore you down, you took all of my abuse and I didn't even know I was abusing you. You can't be happy now. you can't be happy for a while. And it's all my fault. I did this to you, and it hurts. It burns knowing I turned you into this person. There'll always be a place for you in my heart.

I am so sorry, I am so sorry, I am so sorry.....
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