Kick them when they're down. Leave them when they're at their worst.
Me: I'm hurting. I'm going though a terrible time in my life. Please, help me.
You: Ah, is that so? I'm sorry, I can't deal with that. I'm going to run off and look for someone who's perpetually happy and can keep me entertained.
Yeah. Nice. I see how it is. I tried my best to be a friend to you. I've been there day and night and every moment inbetween. I've picked you up when you were down. I've lent you a shoulder to cry on. I let you my back and my arms to carry you when you got too tired. And when I start having problems of my own, you up and abandon me. And this isn't the first time you've done it, either. But that's all right. It's okay. Fine. I see how it is. You were right, Rowe. He was trouble from the beginning. You were right. I'm sorry for doubting you. He was only there to break me. How many people have you done that to? How many people have you taken in and broken, just because you could? I don't hate him, Rowe. I don't. Yes, I do. Yeah. I hate. And I enjoy it. Let me out. Not yet. Your time will come. I want to feel this anger for myself. I want to feel this betrayal and remember it. I want to learn from it, I want to know this anger at being abandoned and accused for something I haven't done. I want to hear all of his bullshit stories and lies about me, I want to hear everything he says to other people so he can sucker them into loving him, just to break them someday, too. Let me out. Not yet, Rowe. Let me feel this. You've felt it all before. He's done it to you over and over agian. He enjoys it. He loves to see you writhing in pain. You're right. You're right. You always were. I'm sorry I've ever doubted you. You were always right about him. Let me out. Let me break him like he broke you. Let's do it together. Let's make him a broken plaything, leave him useless and unloved. Yes. Let's do it. Let's hurt. Let's detest. Let's abhore and rage and feed our need for revenge. I'm full of hatred and I love it. Don't worry. I'll protect you. I always have protected you. I never wanted anything other than your happiness. You tried to be a friend to him, but he just used you like he's used so many others. It's all right. I'm here for you. I'm all you've ever needed. I'm all you will ever need. It's all right. No, I won't do anything bad. I promise. But you want me to hurt him. You do. You know you do. You want me to leave him broken. It's all right to want someone to feel pain. Let me take it away from you. It's okay. I'll take care of you. Sleep now. Sleep. Let me take care of him.
 Bleeding Apocalypse · Tue Mar 15, 2005 @ 05:53pm · 2 Comments |
