The Hard Parts
The lies make it so much worse. They make me wish that I never met you. And all I can think about is how much you don’t even fucking care. All I’m waiting for now is that point when I finally become stronger and the pain will stop. But I thank you for reminding me once again why I shouldn’t be in a relationship. You brought it all back in perspective for me. But even knowing that, it’s still ripping me apart inside. I don’t even have the strength to save myself to at least get out and ease the pain. I can’t help but just sit here and think about it, have every memory hit me in the face over and over and think about what really happened that night. But fuck it. I WILL get over this and I WILL get over you, even if I have to force myself to get you out of my head and forget that we ever even met. But I guess for now I have to put on a happy face to people so they won’t see how much it fucking hurts inside. ‘Cause no matter how much you hurt me, I will not let anyone see it. Fuck that, you aren’t worth that
