And I wrote all those stupid broken hearted poems for you.

And, when I give you your picture back,
I'll bet you'll smile at the tear-stains.
And, when I can't look at you,
I'll bet you won't wonder why.
And, when you walk away and I can't help but clutch my wrist in pain,
I hope you know what I went through because of you.
And, when you walk the hallway,
I'll bet people think of me,
and they'll know exactly what you did.
And, when I cry at night, and I whisper your name,
I'll bet you don't feel anything.
And, when I hug him,
I'll bet you'll be shameless because I'm thinking of you.
And, when I tell my friends I'm fine,
and I'll fake my smiles and laughs like always,
I really hope everyone sees through it,
and no one will trust you.
I hope they'll see what you did to me.
What you put me through.
I hope you look at me,
and are overcomed with pain and fear.
I hope you are ashamed eventually,
and I hope that you'll hate yourself for everything you ever did to me.
I know I'll move on from this,
but the scars won't leave me.
No, they'll always be a reminder of what I went through for you.
How I thought it'd be worth it, even though nothing's worth this.
I hope this bothers you for the rest of your life.

I hope you look at this poem,
Read every single line,
and I hope it completely KILLS you inside.
To know, that this whole poem,
every word that I write, I mean it,
because, it's all about you.
Every single word.
It defines you.