toy box

you used me, you made me feel special, you made me feel loved,

you made me feel power but it was that same power you later on took from me . 

I no longer felt love i felt the hatred you had for me, i felt the hatred i had for myself, 

I cant stop thinking that i was some kind of toy for you, you used me for a little while 

then you got bored of me, so you decided to throw me into 

the toy box just like the others.

This poem is about: 
Me

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