What did I do?

Did I laugh too much and seeing me happy was disappointing?

Did I want to live my life without being controlled and it became a bad thing?

Did i let my guard down for just a second?

What did I do for things to be this way?

What does this mean to you?

Does it mean you finally proved I can be broken like glass?

Does it make you feel accomplished?

Does it make you happy that I spend my nights wondering if i’m worth it? 

Does it give you a sense of pride?

What does it do to me?

It’s an empty nothingness

It makes me feel like I am worth nothing in this huge world

It makes me lay on my floor in the dark and cry until there are no more tears to be shed

It makes me use a pound of makeup to hide the redness from wiping my eyes and the bloodshot 

It makes me wanna run until I can’t anymore

It takes away who I am

It takes away my pride

It exhausts me

It kills me 

Why do you care?

Do you care because it is that important to see me suffer?

It’s a sense of accomplishment?

Credibility for finally breaking me?

Good

I’m glad you got what you wanted

I’m glad you broke me

I’m glad you did

Maybe there isn’t anything left for you to do

Maybe there is 

The most terrible thing is.. I stopped feeling anything but sadness because of you...