Why am I the way that I am?
Why do I self-destruct every time.
Someone tells me they love me, and there I go.
Off to kill any feelings they had.
Why am I so scared of being loved?
I get nauseous every time I think of them.
There are too many butterflies, and there I go.
I kill them off.
"I love you."
"No, please don't do that."
If you love me, I won't know what to do.
This love I feel, it makes me nauseous, and there I go.
I detach, reattach, and throw up.
Is this love?
No thank you, I don't do emotions.
I hope you can hate me.
I'd rather you hate me than love me.
I hate me too.
Get away please.
I don't deserve your time.
I waste it, and I push you away.
I make you mad on purpose; I test your limits.
I hope you can one day forget all this.
I hope you get married someday.
I hope you have the two kids you've always wished for.
I hope you get everything you've ever wanted,
And I don't hear a single thing about it.
