It hurts, but I don't know what hurts.

What hurts the most? I can't separate my hate from my love. It has all jumbled into one big knot of strings around my heart. Perhaps I have no hate for him, or I never had love to begin with.

I want to run, but my body won't move. I can't run because if I do, I know I'll just end up back with you. That's what I want, but I don't at the same time. I don't know what I want. I am torn.

What is this feeling? It's not love, it's not hate… it's fear. Fear that I've lost the only person meant for me. Fear that I was the one that screwed it all up. Fear that I will never find anyone that'll love me. I'm scared and it’s because of you.