YOU hurt me in ways no one else ever has,
cutting me to the core.
YOU beat me up without even lifting a hand,
reminder me exactly where I stood. Exactly how you felt.
You ****** with me and got my hopes up.
Was this all just a ******* joke?
Was it funny to **** on me? To make me feel like I was never good enough?
You  just wanted play games
You act like I’m worthless ****
I'm know I can’t compare to others
I just don't compare. I’m flawed. I’m a mess and we have a lot of mess.
But you still treat me like I'm not good enough for you. And maybe I’m not. But I am good enough just as I am.
You tear me down but I keep coming back.
Part of me wished you’d stop.
But I know this is how we are. And sometimes I love it.
Holding back tear on every harsh word you say....
I am too afraid to ever stop you,
I'd rather feel like ****
Than not hear from you at all.