No matter how many times you do me wrong I still love you. I don’t know why, I wish I didn’t. You tell me you love me so much and that I’m the only one for you yet you do these horrid things to me. Why? You say it was a mistake and you wish you could take it back but you make the same mistake over and over again. You’ve ruined my life, you’ve made me depressed, you’ve made me physically hurt myself, you’ve made me suicidal, the pain you’ve cause me made me end up in the hospital. Yet I still fucking love you. I don’t know what love is anymore.. if this is how it feels to be in love, I don’t want to love. To feel.