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I hate that I do
this to myself.

There's no one to blame;

I make my own damn self cry.

I break my own heart
time and again.
 
I not only let it happen;

I gave him no other choice
but to rip me apart.

And maybe I do it
because I'm scared
they will leave.

So I push them away
just in case
they had good intentions.

(But the ones I pick
never do.)

At some point
the cycle has to end.

Sometime, I have to
see my value
and that I am worth more
than this.

After all,
you get what you
think you deserve.

How you expect to be treated
is how you'll be regarded.

You give someone the knife
and dare them to to stab you,
they will.

Then you shouldn't wonder
why you are bleeding out.

You asked for it.