These Walls

Chapter Three

And yet you did it again.
You left.
I knew it was coming.
And still, every time it happens. I break.
I cry in my bed late at night.
I become careless.
And hurt myself.
But you stand by, like we were nothing.
Like you don't know who I am.
When in reality, you know me all to well. The cracks, the breaks. All of it.
It happens, every. Damn. Time.

You lied. You told me you wouldn't leave me. You did. Again. I keep setting myself up for this, though I know the outcome.
I loose friends, because of you. Every time, I make you my life. Isolate myself from everyone else. I don't know why, maybe because I think things will be different. Maybe because I'm insane.
You fucking did it again.
You can't keep hurting me like this.
You can't keep playing with my feelings.
Words that say one thing and actions that say another.
Why am I not good enough?
Why do you keep hurting me?