He was different…
Maybe I read him wrong.
Maybe I had too much hopes.
Maybe I was just a stupid fool.
I should have seen the signs.
I should have known, that he never saw me like that.
The thing is, he was just so much different.
He never looked at me in any way- accept fear but when that was over he only looked at me as a tool.
I was nothing.
And I liked that.
That was my very own stupidity.
I don't know what I should do- Kill him or …
Bear with the new profound pain attached with my old scars?
If only he could look at me like those other girls he always hang out with.
Sweet, pure innocent girls- girls of his past nature.
Yeah…
I don't fall in that category I'm too fucked up already.
I guess…
I never stood a chance.