I stood there,
On cyberspace chat
And watched you stepping back....
Again.
Sometimes it gets old,
You know?
I do.
One-sided relationships
End fast
Don't last.
Just to tell you,
I'm getting sick of it.
Of everyone
Choosing others over me,
Of ignoring me,
Of hating,
Leaving,
Cheating,
Everything....
Over me.
It hurts.
But you don't think of that.
No one does.
I'm like a shadow,
Noticed only when wanted,
Or hurt.
You pretend to like me,
To know me,
To need me.
But only when you want something.
So why are you talking to me now?
What could you possibly want from me?
You have taken so much from me,
But I refuse to give you what you really want.
The only thing you can't have
And the only thing that you will never take from me.
There's more than one you.
The you that wants me;
Hardly believable.
The you that uses me;
More than one.
The you that doesn't care;
You're all the same.
The yous that fill the rest;
And barely even register.....
All of you,
Have at least one thing in common.
You want to hurt me.
You hurt me.
