Torture

I've plucked out it's eyes
pretending that they're yours
hoping that my point is making sense
praying that the symbolic blindness will mean something

Stomped on it's feet
running around in joy at your so called pain
smirking at the agony that you'd be feeling

And torn off the arms
thoroughly paralyzing you with sadistic enthusiasm
laughing at the ache that matches

I've pulled out the stitches
because there are obviously a few loose screws up there
showing everyone that you're broken

And thrown it against the wall
in hopes that it'd bruise and fall to pieces
fall and beg for the torture to stop

I've run it over with a car
finding joy in that small bump being crushed by the tires
helping you understand the weight of the problems that you've caused

And left it in the mud and the rain
leaving it abandoned and alone
with no one to hold it anymore

And even after all this, it's still me that's hurting.
I've practically destroyed the only remaining part of you in my heart
And yet I'm the one writhing in pain
I'm the one dealing with a shell that I'd only just come out of
My once bright world left in a perpetual darkness of fading purple
Not yet so bleak that there's no light.
There's a blanket of hope for me yet
Showing it's indigo embrace
Rooting for me in the background

But you've pushed me down
And broken my heart
And left me for dead on the side of the road
rolling in the mud
cold and alone
And my heart bursting at the seams in pain

I'm the one feeling the pressure falling down on me
collapsing what I once thought of as safe

I'm the one that's been reduced to a useless torso
no longer instrumental in any sense but to be used again

I'm the one blinded by tears of fear and regret

Why do I suffer for your misguided self-righteousness?
Why is it, that even the most innocent thing in the world now brings terror to my eyes?
Why does the small teddy bear show my suffering
when it's supposed to be yours?