Used

I am frustrated and tired of mind games. I am tired of guessing what's going on and why suddenly things have seemingly come to a standstill. I feel used, somehow.

Have I placed myself too high on your multi-tiered pedestal? Under the pseudo impression that yes, we had a good friendship going on, and you enjoyed my company as much as I enjoyed yours? Or am I just simply, as what Papa Roach's song goes, "my weakness is, that I cared too much"?

It is as though someone had hurtled me down the stairs and my body doesn't hit the bottom. The process eats me up so much, I wished the end to come soon. Though I know I might be crushed to dust and powder.