Who gave you the power?
Who said you could have it all?
Who said that it was okay for you to be in charge?

You make me hurt.

What makes you think you can be so selfish?
What makes you think that you are innocent?
What makes you do this to me?

You make me hurt

Why is it okay for you to not talk to me?
Why is it I need you so much right now?
Why is it that I can’t get through this on my own?

I make you hurt?

Is that what you said?

Is this justification for what you are doing to me now?

I wish I had the guts to tell you how YOU are hurting ME.

I wish I had the balls to say how every time I see you, I fight the urge to cry.

I wish I had the power to let you know how much I die inside when I’m near you.

And maybe what hurts the most, is that I know its not because you can’t deal with it.

Not because you are weak.

Not because you are afraid.

But because of who I am.