Your game. My pain.

My eyes became bloodshot, with every tear that dropped. I didn't believe a word you said, still I let you get in my head. It was all a lie. Not one part of it was true.  Wow, you really are a bad guy. I'm crying because of you, but that you already knew.  To you I never mattered. You didn't care if I was sad, hurt or even shattered. I'll never be good enough. Faked love. I was being played. Did you have fun playing your game? Now its my turn to play. Blades. I want you to watch as i cut through my veins, I want you to see my pain. This sorrow takes ahold. Let my blood run cold. Watch as the blood falls, as it covers the floor and the walls. Do you care now that I'm gone? You shouldn't have used me as your pawn.