Another phonecall. - 22.03.2009 0:56
She cried on the phone. I could hear it before she even said something. I closed my eyes, thought for a second and then calmed her down.
“It’s gonna be okay. Don’t worry.”
Hah, I am a good liar. When I put down the phone I sighed and sat down on the stairs. I gave her some new courage, but where was mine?
Abusing and using me, that’s what they do. All of them. How am I supposed to get out of the dark hole this time, hmn? It makes me so angry. How could they?
I am trying so hard, again and again, but misfortune stands in my way all the time.
No matter what I do, I’ll still be treated as the lowest thing there is. I am a toy without rights, waiting only to be played with and then to be thrown away again.
Slowly I start to accept that there is no way I could be special to someone.
That there is no happy end.
Not for me.
Suta
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