A/N: So I saw this quote somewhere and I decided to write a short one-shot about it! This is really different to my usual style of writing, but I hope it turned out okay
Rip me apart, tear me to shreds, you played with my heart and messed with my head. I really hate what you've turned out to be. Congratulations, you've broken me.
You told me you loved me,
You told me you cared,
You told me I was special,
I guess you lied.
2 months, 2 days and 37 minutes.
That's how long it's been.
Since we last talked
Since you said goodbye
Since you left me
Since you broke me,
Shattered me, destroyed me,
You might as well have killed me.
I am dead I suppose,
I don't go anywhere other than school,
I don't talk to anyone,
Even the teachers have stopped noticing me,
I'm invisible, a ghost.
A shadow.
A broken shadow.
Just a shallow remain of who I once was.
Who I'll never be again.
But you're happy,
and that's all you ever really cared about.
You haven't changed at all.
Not since we met.
You have the same smile.
The same smile on the day you approached me,
The same smile on the day you left.
It's ironic, really.
Yes, you had that beautiful smile.
That beautiful twisted smile.
That lured me in,
baited me in,
made me trust you,
love you.
Then broke me.
You still walk the same,
Talk the same,
Even your eyes are the same.
Mine have been drained of light and hope,
But yours are the same.
Teasing, dangerous.
You haven't changed.
You act like you haven't ruined my life.
Like you haven't broken me.
Ignorance is bliss.
But even if you knew how you affected me I doubt you would care.
I was an idiot to have ever loved you,
In fact I still am an idiot.
I still love you.
Why?
Am I a masochist?
I can't be... I don't enjoy this torture.
The torture of loving someone as heartless as you.
What did I do to deserve this?
Nothing.
Except let myself open up to you.
I let you in.
Let you get close.
You bastard.
As soon as you introduced yourself I wanted you,
needed you.
Lusted after you.
All you had to do was talk to me before I was falling.
Falling head first into hell.
Actually, even hell sounds better than this.
Better than hearing your voice echo everywhere I go.
You always had a way with words.
You could take me to the highest heights.
I thought you were my angel sent from heaven,
When actually,
You were a heartless monster that had somehow managed to get out of hell,
Someone should drag you back down to where you belong.
I picked up my razor,
My beautiful razor,
The only solace from this pain,
I drag it lightly across my skin and feel the familiar sting,
I had to smile.
I can't help it.
Red appears,
My favourite colour.
I watch it drip onto the floor,
My blood.
It's 2 months, 2 days and 41 minutes.
Since you broke me.
A/N: ANGST ATTACK. Wow, that was reaaaally sad haha. Drop me a review and let me know if this style works or not. It was Ryou talking to Bakura bytheway , in case that wasn't obvious.
