Boundaries, are not meant to be crossed.

You know this and still do it for play.

Haven’t I been hurt enough.

You mocked me, you pushed me down.

You know my past, the ache my heart goes through when it is brought back.

Yet, you feel the need to see my face squirm.

Making me cry, is your pass time. It’s what you enjoy.

The smile on your face almost as powerful as the break of my heart.

What have I ever done to make you treat me like this?

What do you have against me??

I guess I’ll never know..

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