What Am I

Sometimes I wonder what I was to you.

Was I just a plaything or did you really love me once?

It is hard living each day questioning and doubting.

I put my heart out on a ledge for you and I watched as you slowly cut the ropes holding it back.

The dark depths were never a place I wanted to be, so why did I let you take me there?

Why could I not fight back?

Why did I not walk away?

I guess I was never strong enough.

I have always been weak.

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