I'm done playing...

I hate you. You and your perfection. I guess I am a glutton for punishment. No one else seems to care, though what you do to me, it could hardly be called caring. When will your rampage end, when will you love me for me? Take it all back, I dare you. I will you to. I won’t deny that I made things worse. But that doesn’t make it right, all that you’ve done to me. Lost in those eyes of yours, those eyes so pure and filled with life. I want things to go back to the way they were, back when I actually thought that you cared about me, rather than using me for your own pleasures. Am I toy only made for your own gain? That’s what it feels like to me. Is this all I will ever be? I wish I knew your logic, knew what was going on in your head, so that I could make it all right, use your logic to show me how doing all this isn’t wrong. Because to me it sure seems like its not right. I wish to forget, and go back to being naïve, back when innocence filled me, and all of your little games went unknown. I can’t take this anymore, this suffering is too immense. I’m done, get over yourself, you’re not worth it, I’m so much better than this. Your game is over, you’ve lost, I’m done playing.