YOU WANT TO KNOW WHAT HURTS?
What hurts is knowing I'll never be good enough for you.
Not pretty enough.
Or smart enough.
Or rich enough.
Or funny enough.
Or the fact that I'll never be her.
What hurts is knowing you don't care.
You don't care about my happiness.
My saddness.
My anger.
My feelings.
You don't care about me.
What hurts is not knowing what could have been.
What could have been if things were different.
If I wasn't shy.
If I wasn't ugly.
If I wasn't awkward.
If I wasn't me.
What hurts is watching you from afar.
Watching you and knowing you are too far out of reach.
Watching you make plans for a date with her.
Watching you walk right past and ignore me.
Watching you.
What hurts is everything.
My heart.
My pride.
My love.
My feelings.
What hurts is everything.
Because you are my everything.
And to you, I'm
nothing.
What hurts is knowing I'll never be good enough for you.
Not pretty enough.
Or smart enough.
Or rich enough.
Or funny enough.
Or the fact that I'll never be her.
What hurts is knowing you don't care.
You don't care about my happiness.
My saddness.
My anger.
My feelings.
You don't care about me.
What hurts is not knowing what could have been.
What could have been if things were different.
If I wasn't shy.
If I wasn't ugly.
If I wasn't awkward.
If I wasn't me.
What hurts is watching you from afar.
Watching you and knowing you are too far out of reach.
Watching you make plans for a date with her.
Watching you walk right past and ignore me.
Watching you.
What hurts is everything.
My heart.
My pride.
My love.
My feelings.
What hurts is everything.
Because you are my everything.
And to you, I'm
nothing.
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