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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Why can't he see The pain and the hurt He has caused me. The harsh words I hear nearly daily The harsh words I sleep with every night Something wrong in my head he says, I am told I have issues with trust It may have been many months ago.. To me it feels like yesterday... I feel the knife in my heart From what he says is nothing But she was something... Still a part of our lives I thought I could get over it Deal with that pain and mistrust that he made. But I was fooling myself. . Forgive I can, forget I just can't The laughter they share, The little things he does for her They shouldn't bother me But they do, the wound still open. Am I wrong to lash out To be angry.. To not admit the reason why It is the pain I feel from them, For my trust they broke Why can't he see Just how much He is killing me. I think he knows, Deep down inside But does he care To make things right Many nights I cry myself to sleep He has no Idea, It is a secret I keep I wont ask for his help Nor understanding To do so would be a mistake, And turn into a mental beating Why must it always be, Him attacking me Mostly with words so hateful and bitter The kind that one would utter to a enemy not a lover So I am a enemy in this life we have built I guess I am to blame He tells me so everyday So either I am, or maybe I'm actually insane Why can't he see Just how much his words... Just how much his actions... Just how much his hatred Just how much it is killing me
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