Get out of my head. How could you cause so much damage?

     Are you proud?

     Are you proud of how much damage you've done to me?

     Are you proud that you caused my heart to tear all up?

     Are you aware that I can't listen to Lukas Graham without thinking of you, and crying?

     You ruined some great songs.

     "If the World was Ending" that song, I relate it so closely to you that it physically pains me to hear it.

     "7 years" and "Check yes Juliet" and "All of Me" are all ruined for me.

     Because of you.

     Because of you I'm always up late at night, but now I'm up at night crying my eyes out.

     I can't wear my own jacket because you wore it.

     I can't delete the pictures of you and I off of my phone.

     I don't want someone else, I want you.

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     Because of how heartbroken you've made me I take scissors and I do things I wasn't recently doing because I was ok.

     Until you made me feel like I wasn't.

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     I am experiencing a pain in which I have never felt before, and I never had to feel it because I was careful.

    Look at what you're causing.

    Are you proud?

    Are you proud that there are pieces of me completely gone because of you?

     Are you accomplished?

     I made mistakes, but so did you, and when you did, did I leave you?

     No. Because I loved you.

     I still do, and now I feel pathetic.

     Because of you I don't know if I can do this again. This pain is way too much for me.

     I looked at couples and I saw everyone had a fighting chance.

     Now I look, I see the statistics, and I ask "what's the point?".

     I ask again, ARE YOU PROUD?

     I burst into tears at random points in time, in front of people. I never used to do that before.

     I don't want to point fingers, I don't want to be the person to put someone at fault.

     But, the truth is, it IS your fault.

     I LOVE you, that makes me vulnerable to everything you say or do, good or bad.

     You KNEW this, and still leave.

     For the last time, the final time, I ask, are you proud..?