You said you love me.

Everyday over and over again. Is loving someone also being mean? Saying words that hurt, words that you hear but feel like a slap in your face. I know everyone has those problems sometimes but I  just can't handle it anymore. You've asked me if I would kill anyone who hurt you or made you unhappy, and I said yes. But little did you know that I would also kill myself in de proces of your happiness.

While you are watching TV or playing your stupid games I can feel the blood tripping, I feel my clothes getting wet. So I hurry of to the bathroom, wash away the blood and put on something else. When I come back you look at me, saying nothing and just stare back at your screen.

You didn't know.

When you will know it will be to late.

This one is for everyone who ever said they loved me.