Why it huts

I remember liking you a lot.

I thought you were the cutes
thing I had ever seen.

When you talked to me it
made me forget about my
troubles.

Now I know that you
like another.

I try to forget about you, but
every time I see you I want
you more and more.

I tried ignoring you, but that
only made you think that I hated you.

You asked if you had hurt
me in any way and I said no
that I was OK.

I could have told you the truth,
that you did hurt me in the
worst way possible, but I didn’t.

Why?

Because I don’t want
to ruin our friendship.

Now a day’s I’m know as the emo,
‘cause the only way for me to take
the pain, I get from seeing you with
someone else is hurting myself.