Hurting
It hurts when you accuse and blame me for things I did not do, never bothering to check your facts.
It hurts when you wont believe me, always accusing me of lying, leaving me helpless, lost, and frustrated.
It hurts when you say to my face that "I'm only still around because of you" it tears me apart, and I feel as if all your pain is because of me.
It hurts when you call me names, because I look up to you so I believe those names true.
It hurts when you believe that material things please me, when in fact, all I've ever wanted was to hear you say you love me.
It hurts that you think I don't appreciate everything you've ever done for me.
It hurts that nothing I do pleases you, or ever makes you proud, instead, I receive a "Why cant you do that every time?"
It hurts that everyday I plaster on a fake smile, pretending everything is fine in my life, when in fact its not.
It hurts that you don't see that I feel good, only when others around me feel good.
It hurts every time I lay awake at night, hearing you screaming.
It hurts more every time I you claim your leaving me, because you don't realize it, but I lie away dressed in clothes, waiting to follow you if you ever were to leave me.
It hurts that you dont see that all I ever want to do is to relieve your burden, only if you'd let me.
But even after all that hurting, what hurts more than all that combined...
Is that you'll never see, hear, or read this.
