My fingers type the same topic over and over.

Because it hurts.

It hurts that I can't tell.
It hurts that I am weak and foolish.
It hurts that no one cares.

It hurts that I know it's wrong.
It hurts that I think it will go away
It hurts that what I'm doing I'm wrong.

But I keep on doing it.

I know that the more I love the more pain I will gain.
At the end, it will be me with sorrow.

I'm scared that she won't miss me.
I'm scared that she dislikes me.
I am foolish.

I am weak.

I am tired.

Of this.

Repeating the same trama.

Over and over.

I want to end this.

I an too tired.