You. You hurt me. You make me feel like I'm nothing to you. You tell me how stupid I am and how much I hurt you. You tell yourself that your right. You tell yourself that you can't believe how unfair I'm being to you. You run away from me. You leave me hurt, crying, and scared for my life. You tell me you love me. You tell me "I don't know why I would ever want to be with you". You tell me that I'm not good enough for you. Yet, you hold me and say you believe there's a chance for me to get "better".

I, I don't hurt you. I tell you how much you mean to me every single day. I tell you how your always right in the wrong situations and forgive you. I tell myself that I'm wrong. I tell myself that I cant believe how unfair I'm treating you. I run after you. I tend to you when your hurt, crying, and scared. I tell you I love you. I tell you "I cant imagine my life without you". I tell you that I'm not good enough for you. Yet, i still cry hoping things would get "better".