Cheese.

 

Another hole had been punched through me.

How could I stand so much pain?

I felt as though I was a piece of Swiss cheese;

Riddled through with holes.

He left me when I needed him most.

How could he?

Was I just a worthless toy?

Had I served my purpose of entertaining once?

I would never know, for he was gone.

Author's Note

Critique?

Reviews

[We are young.]

seriously, you need no crititque, but Im not really good with that stuff anyway. I must admit, when I saw the title I was like WTH, but it seems better then I thought it would be, very great job once again.