He is....
He is the reason I hurt myself.
He is the reason I wanted to die.
I see now that hurting myself
over a guy is not worth it.
Him not knowing, how much he
really means to me hurts badly.
It fills like someone stabbing you
in the heart, a hundered times
over and over again.
As much time as I spend
thinking about what he did,
to me hurt more.
Not wanting to do anything,buy
cry makes me more depressed.
He is the love of my life.
He is the one I thought loved me
back, but he doesn't know what love is.
If he did than he wouldn't have
done that to me hopefully.
He is the person I did everything for.
Now he is not worth my time, tears,
or thoughts anymore.
He is the one that I thought
was the one for me.
How can he love me when
he doesn't even love himsef?
He needs to laern to love
himself before he can
love anyone else.
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