I'm posting this under JackRabbit because well, I felt like it. You can view this as Jack or Bunny feeling remorse towards one another, I don't care. This is just a little sentimental to my EX Lover. May you go fu-...sorry this is G rated. Anyways, this is just me feeling a little angsty. It amazes me how someone I haven't spoken to in over a year can still affect me this badly..Oh well.
It's a cruel blow to realize you've been used as tool through your entire life. Maybe life is too broad of a word? No matter; being used alone makes you feel disgusted with yourself. Your body, your soul, all of it has become tainted with their touch. At first, you feel sad; they're no longer there, the warmth, the comfort, all of it gone. But then the anger comes, the despair rising within the core of your being. It fuels you, destroying any sense you have and driving you to the end goal. Make them pay. How dare they hurt you like this! Your heart isn't something to be toyed around with. You're not just some rag-doll ready to be thrown aside when a new doll craze comes along. You're special and should be treated as such. But then the realization comes in. All you were was a pawn. A tool to get to the end result they craved. They didn't care if you were hurt in the process, no, they just cared about themselves. I pity any who come across their path like I was; it will leave you mattered with bruises and scars. I can drown myself in my sorrows, but wouldn't that be giving them just what they want? They want me to crumble, to watch me fall and corrode into stone. Crying tears won't help anyone. Maybe it can set free the stress bottled up inside, but it doesn't shield the scars I know exist. They're there, taunting me, making me feel worthless. But hey, I'm still standing aren't I? Go ahead; kick me down all you want. I'll still get up to stand victorious each time. These battle wounds aren't just scars to wince at, no, they are my honor. My signature to show what I've been through; maybe I wasn't the pawn I thought I was. Maybe, just maybe, it was them whom where the pawn. I used them just as they used me, and it feels amazing. Guess what, you may have thought you won, that you've escaped Scott free, but you haven't. I'm more so the victor then you will ever be. I have happiness bought from pain, it's my atonement, and I've earned the right to say I've grown strong, can you?
Thanks for reading. (:
