It all hurts.

Right now, too much to even think about.
They hurt me.
Hurt me without knowing.
They will never know why.
Yet they go on guessing.
Maybe I expected too much from them.
That'll be it.
It's all my fault in the end.
Like always.
I'm tired of the turning of logic.
The mind games played.
I wish it would end.
I'm going back now.
Maybe it's good, maybe it's bad, it's meaningless anyway.
Be Seeing You.