I was hurt, and I wasn't the only one. You had a way of working with the insecurities of your prey. I was your prey... They were your prey. If only we caught onto your game ahead of time. Before we were hurt, but that was then and this is now. The beginning. The beginning of something new. If only anyone had a clue. Not just an idea as to who you were, but an idea as to what was going to happen next. We were trapped in this endless maze. In a mental-like state. Manic, depressed, and all other stigmatized things. It was as if our pain was to never be replaced. Our loneliness was only furthered by the torture that we endured for you. Because we loved you.... Loved? Past tense. It is gone because of you. It is gone because of your actions; because you take what you want. Because you took me. Because you took her. Because you played these endless games. It was like Russian roulette with our hearts, and we just handed them to you... We kept asking if you knew. If you knew what you were going to do next. Torture us? Break us? Love us? Hate us? Hate me??
