• Why did you hurt me? You knew I loved you, yet you played me like I was no one. You lied, I changed. You weren't who you said you were. I try to stop loving you, stop wishing you were here, but I just find myself thinking about you nonstop. I don't want to love you, but I can't help myself. Everyone says "think about the times you fought and he hurt or lied to you" and I do, but I also think of the times when we didn't fight, and you told me you loved me. You are like an epi-pen, you don't want it because it hurts you, but if you don't have it, you die.