How could you

I know you love me you tell me all of the time.

However if you did then how do you hurt me the way that you do?

How could you take your arm back and hit me?

Most people wouldn’t hurt the ones they love but that’s my fault right?

I made you take that swing.

I made you push me into glass.

It’s my fault that I’m bleeding.

How come I can’t cover up my scars?

It’s my fault I can’t make you love me like how I love you?

Oh wait its my fault.

Maybe I’m not good enough for you?

I know it sounds stupid but all I ever wanted is for him to love me.

Or like me. Just like I like him.

Yes I wish I was wrong just a glimmer of hope, maybe.

Who knows? I know I’m not strong enough to live.

I just wished that he love me.