To see you with another person,
Smiling,
Laughing,
Holding hands,
And being close,
Just like we used to be.
It hurts.
It hurts so much.
The pain slowly kills my heart;
I feel as if they've always been there,
Even when we were together.
I hate myself,
Because if I was like them,
You wouldn't have left me.
To see you find someone new,
And treat them like how you used to,
If not better,
Kills the remaining love I have for myself.
Why couldn't I be them?
All I see is flaws in myself,
Constantly comparing myself to them.
I try to ignore it,
But when people tell me about you,
And how cute you guys look together,
It crushes me.
I can't take the pain of being replaced,
So easily,
As if I never meant anything,
As if we never meant anything.
Even though I can't replace you,
It hurts knowing you can replace me.
