I didn’t love you, but I cared about you more than I cared about myself.

I didn’t love you, but when I saw you get picked on, it tore me up.

I tried to understand you.

I tried to justify the pain you caused me; whether it was physical or mental.

I blamed myself for how you made me feel.

I blamed myself for everything bad that happened to you; even though you know just as well, that it wasn’t my fault at all.

I didn’t love you, but you made me believe that I did;

And you made me pay for it every day.