I don't think anybody realises that when I hurt them I hurt myself too.
I don't think anybody cares.
Because while I'm sitting there crying they are too.
Or they're taking abuse from their girlfriend.
Or they're cutting themselves.
Or they're killing themselves.
Or they're fighting for the friendships which I made them destroy.
Or they're being hit by their parents.
Or they're being kicked out the house I told them to stay in.
Or they're telling someone about their jealousy or how upset they are or something.
Either way, it's always my fault.
So while I sit here and cry, it's more important that they are. Their tears are valid and until my hearts taken and ripped to shreds, mine never will be.