What you can’t understand

I don't want you, I don't love you, and yet you make me cry.

With all the things you've thrown away, my feelings simplified.

Analyze my words, my tears, my smile from day to day,

Each one begins to disappear when you come my way.

I despise your existence as you make me despise mine,

I quickly unravel, where goes the time?

All this and that and scars aside,

maybe if you loved me I'd actually be fine.

Maybe if when I was sad you actually cared,

or you would meet me halfway when I said that you scared me...

But you beat me and screamed and tinted my skin,

I was stuck in a corner because you pushed me in!

I fell deeper and deeper into the hole, the endless abyss

I reached for a ledge but each time I missed.

I don't want you to touch me, yet I long for a hug;

I don't love you, but I long for your love.

No, I can't love you, the listed causes as far as one can see.

No, I don't love you, but why can't you love me?