What hurts is how I know it was me
Who watched as I broke
It hurts to know
That me
And my shitty coping skills
Were the only ones there for me
What hurts is when the people I’ve lost
Come back to haunt me
They know it hurts
They fucking know it does
I’ve told them as much
At least, in my head I did
What hurts is the way I think
When I overthink
When I do nothing but think
When I think of ways to harm myself
When I think of words
Worth someone else’s love
What hurts is the way I look
The way I judge myself
The way I can’t be like everyone else
And find the motivation
To change
I just can’t, okay?
What hurts is the way
I leave
No words
Every thought
Poured out onto paper
How did they not notice?
What hurts is when I zone out
The only one to ask
If I was OK
Was the one who killed me inside
I was OK
But only if OK meant: self-hatred
What hurts is the way
I know I’m a selfish asshole
I hear what people call me
And I know what they think when they see me
But it’s how they make me feel
Like I really am a selfish asshole
What hurts is the way I fall
Every time someone leaves me
I break
And it hurts
It fucking hurts
And people expect me to just move on?
What hurts is the way I can\'t cry
The expectation put on me
\"You\'re a big girl now\"
Can an adult not have a good cry?
I guess not
But it\'s whatever
What hurts is the way
I\'m hurting inside
It\'s just the way I am
The person I can\'t be
Is always happy
But I guess now it\'s time to leave