You Didn't Hurt Me

I sit alone in the dark,
Gauging her taunt,
I repeat questions to myself,
Hating the haunt,
I hold my head in my hands,
Knowing the undeniable,
I acknowledge the sad truth,
Describing the indescribable…

She didn’t hurt me,
I’m just hurting myself,
She didn’t hurt me,
I’m just hurting myself…

I seek a solution in solitude,
Failing miserably,
I wish to lose all concept,
Thinking dismally,
I hope to forget everything,
Sleeping eternally,
I want to lose myself,
Sinking in dead memory…

She didn’t hurt me,
I’m just hurting myself,
She didn’t hurt me,
I’m just hurting myself…

I scream in frustration,
Yelling incoherent things,
I close my eyes in fatigue,
Remembering ridiculous flings,
I open my eyes to the harsh reality,
Learning to let go is tough,
I recall our great times together,
Dreaming isn’t enough…

She didn’t hurt me,
I’m just hurting myself,
She didn’t hurt me,
I’m just hurting myself…

I collapse onto my bed,
Hoping to have learned something,
I feel a feeling inside,
Knowing I’ve learned nothing,
I desire a heart of smaller size,
Blocking out everyone but I,
I want to care and feel less,
Easing the difficulty of saying goodbye…

She didn’t hurt me,
I’m just hurting myself,
She didn’t hurt me,
I’m just hurting myself…

Why am I so susceptible?
Why is my heart bigger than me?
Why am I so upsetable?
Why is my soul struggling to be free?
Why do I always sneak a peak?
Why can’t I learn to move on?
Why do I desire so much to hear her speak?
Why can’t I accept she’s gone?

She didn’t hurt me,
I’m just hurting myself,
She didn’t hurt me,
I’m just hurting myself…

And what’s worse is the hurt she’d feel if she saw this…
And what’s worse is the guilt she’d feel if she saw this…
Even though she didn’t hurt me…
I’m just hurting myself…