Why do I even start this?

If only you understood how much pain you bring me. If only you relized how much you hurt me. Than maybe... Just maybe you would know why I am the way I am. If you somehow, someday, sometime did notice then maybe just the slightest bit of sympathy would be quite necessary. But since you and I both know you feel less than nothing there is no reason for me to even start to mention all this to you. I mean I don't understand how you can just sit there and whatch me cry. But what's even worse is that not only did you just stand there, you laughed at me in my face. You knew the whole time.... And with all off that... I now know I'm wasting my time on you... But for some odd reason O can't bare to let go...