It hurts.
It hurts so much to see you with her.
It hurts to see you hanging out with her.
Kissing her.
Cuddling her.
Hugging her.
It hurts so much to think, that I should be that girl.
Why? Why did you leave me?
It hurts so much to see you happy with her, while I'm here hardly moving on.
Am I not that good for you?
Didn't I gave you everything I had when you were mine?
When you were mine...
But now? You're with her...
Words can't express my hurt.
My anger, jealousy, sadness, hurt and love...
My friends say you're not worth the tears.
I hate you for leaving me alone.
I hate you for letting me fall.
Why didn't you catch me?
You told me you'll catch me.
Or maybe, just maybe.
You catched me, but then, you got tired so you let me fall and you caught her instead.
Why? Am I too plain? too boring? too much of a burden for you?
Is that so?
I hate you.
YOU ARE READING
It still hurts
Teen FictionI'm confused. I don't know what to do. Help me. I want to hug you. I want to kill you. I want to kiss you. I want to push you off a cliff. I hate you. Because I still love you.
