I don’t like you shouting at me.
I find it uncomfortable when you raise your voice.
I feel down when you constantly blame me.
I feel sad when you neglect me.
I feel unworthy when you compare me to someone else.
It hurts me when you think I never do anything good for you.
It hurts me when you say “you only make me stressed”.
It hurts me when you never say you’re grateful you have me.
It’s frustating when you don’t give me a chance to talk about my feelings.
It hurts when you don’t allow me to be sad.
It hurts when you don’t hug me when I cry.
It hurts when you tell me to stop crying.
It hurts more when, in fact, I feel all of these feelings, but you keep mentioning all of the things you did to me.
It hurts more when you really think you’re good, like you never do anything bad to me
It seems like you never see me crying, I’m suffering, the sad expression everytime I meet you, while you’re the witness of this
It hurts, really,
when you don’t say sorry.
And you never did. Until this time.
