The hope that never seemed to fade away

You made me feel worse about myself, you made me feel like I wasn’t worthy of someone showing me off, you made me feel like I wasn’t capable to have someone by my side, you made me feel like I would’ve been the worse half in a relationship, and I stucked around to let you make me worthless. People like you never change, it’s turned into a habit that you won’t ever get out of. People like me, hope to change you, hope that you don’t talk to other girls how you would talk to them, hope to be the only one they worry about, hope to end up with you. I don’t understand why, when half of the time they make you feel like you guys were never nothing serious or when you couldn’t say anything because you didn’t have a title with them. I know I’m not the only one that feels this way, I cared so much about you, actually a person I thought you were, the person  I wish you were. Day by day you killed my hope, not caring how you damaged me. Did you ever care? Was this ever real to you? Because It was so real to me, I loved you and you mentioned it once to, in a phrase but once I asked you to repeat it, you never would. Why would you take advantage of my loyalty? Why would you laugh at my face because I stuck around? Who do you think you are to be able to treat someone like that? I know I am no angel, I know parts of me fucked up but I tried to hurt you, so maybe you could understand how badly you hurt me. It still hurts and I still love you, and my friend one day mentioned how I try to find you in other men. Why? Why were you so special to me? You have never gave me a reason to care for you, the way I do now

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