Child's Play

I can’t believe you. I can’t believe that you would betray me like that. I should’ve known better than to believe you, to hold onto every word you said. God, I hate you. I hate everything about you. From your beautiful eyes, to your non-existent personality. I can’t even stand the mere thought of you. You used me like I’m some sort of rag doll that you throw around without a care in the world. Most people can tell when their dolls are getting old and worn out, but you clearly didn’t. You couldn’t tell that I could see straight through your obvious lies. You couldn’t tell that I was worn out because of what you put me through. You were the one that kept beating me with a steel bat when I was already six feet under. You were the one who ripped me at the seems just to haphazardly sew me back up again. Yet, you want to play the victim. You want to act like I’m the one who tore your heart straight out of your chest. You’re playing the victim because you want attention. You can’t even deny it. You’re an attention seeking, good for nothing, just plain mean, little boy who loves to tear apart his little sister’s dolls when she’s not home. You rip out their hearts and tear out there hair like it’s some game. When your little sister gets home, you super glue all the hair back on and forget to put the heart back. You act like nothing ever happened. You act like I’m the only one. You act like you don’t know I know. I know everything about your sick, twisted game. You find a wore down doll, take it in, fix it up, make it feel loved, and then give it to the dog as a chew toy. I should’ve looked at all of the red flags. I knew that something was up, but I didn’t want to admit it to myself. I wanted to think you were better than that, but you aren’t. You act like you’re an angel that can do no wrong, when in reality, you’re the devil in disguise. You acted like all of the other dolls you were “fixing” were just projects that you were doing to be a good person. “Nothing more, nothing less.” You would say. You would always say that when I would find texts with the other dolls. I hope you’re having fun with whatever doll you’re sleeping with now, because it sure as hell isn’t me.