games.

Scars and damaged tissue are the physical reminders of how devastatingly cruel you can really be. But the destruction you left me emotionally, that was catastrophic. You tore me up purely to amuse yourself, it was your little game. A game which left me broken and useless. You destroyed the only shred of dignity I had left, with a twinkle in those wide eyes. I couldn't even try to stop you, I didn't want to. You watched my expression flash with anguish, before distanced myself from the pain. I took it all with a smile pasted on my face and my mouth dry, and I watched as you ripped my innocence from me. I just let it all go. Because I know how to play your game.