Someday I may be able to forget all of the horrible things you said to me. And maybe it might be possible to forget how you always made me feel so stupid. I might forget how strong you thought you were, now knowing you weren't without someone like me.Someone to walk all over. Yes, you used me to make you feel bigger, more mighty. I will try to forget your emotionless touch and how my only feeling left at the end became hurt and betrayed.Your the reason I felt all of this, I think maybe it was our fate.A fate that would teach me the fake from the real.If you were real you would have loved me, not controlled me and continued to belittle.The bruises and wounds from your words and touch will fade and will heal.But the scars that remain, I will always feel.I'm going to try and forget how you tore up my heart. The strength you used lacked any wisdom right from the start.And you used your lies to keep me locked in a forgotten prison.See, I fell for your words and your sweet touch, you roped me in and it didn't take much.So quickly that changed. You knew you had won. I was just a puppet for you to show off to everyone.Now that is gone, and I am taking a stand. I need my life back. I need it to be real. I have got to distinguish all the fake from the real before my heart can even began to heal.
