fuck

What was I thinking? Of course you don't care about me.

You never show. I really don't know why you are still seeing me.

Maybe just not to be alone. 

And it hurts...

It hurts when I don't speak with you, but if I do talk to you every time I wanted, you would like me even less.

It hurts to think about you every day and wonder if I ever cross your mind.

It hurts to know that after a bad day only a 'hi' coming from you can save it.

Because you won't say 'hi'.

You won't think of me.

You won't really like me back...

I wish you could be honest with me and with yourself.

Why are you with me if you don't care about me?

Or maybe it's 'cause for you, there is no 'we'.