I told him I understood. I do. But I don't understand
I've always put other's feelings before myself. Always played the shoulder when things went wrong, was always the cheerleader when things went well, despite how I felt. And when I find happiness, where are my happy smiles? Where is my shoulder now that it's gone wrong?
Why does it hurt so much to know why this happened?
Why does it hurt so much to love someone?
Why don't I feel better knowing his reasons?
Why did I let myself fall so far, so fast, when I knew this would come?
Why do I let them do this to me?
Why do I do this to myself?
Why should I care?
Why do I?
Why am I?
Am I?
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