It hurts.

It hurts...

A lot.

Why does it still hurt?

It's been years.

You lied to me about everything,

Even your own life.

How could you do that to me?

Did I really deserve it?

Do you really think I did?

What's wrong with me?

What did I do?

WHY?

I want to scream,

and cry,

and never look at the sun again.

It hurts.

Everything hurts.

It physically hurts to think about you.

Why don't you just 

Do us both a favor

And f**k off?

....How I wish I meant it....

I still love you.

I still Love you.

I still Love YOU!

And that's what hurts the most.

Reviews

[muttering madwoman]

eek, raw power nicely expressed. normally would lose points for structure, but this piece requires the very choppy structure to really have impact far more than the actual words do alone.
and 'ouch' piece

[R.Inc$]

its raw, its pure, its author was just trying to relieve some pressure off herself as oppose to actually speaking to someone else