I tried to love you
But you refused to be loved.
I tried to be the best that I could be
But my best wasn’t good enough.
You abused me physically, mentally, and emotionally
Leaving me wounded hurt and confused
Not understanding why you doing this to me.
I’ve found myself crying uncontrollably
For the pain you’ve caused me,
Asking myself “What did I do to deserve the pain and heartache?”
I tried to help you
But you refused my help.
I tried to be there for you
But you pushed me away
And now you have plenty of regrets
Wising it didn’t end this way
But it was you who took my love for granted.
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