It doesn't hurt, I don't feel anything.

I hate you. You're a complete ass hole. I don't understand how you could do this to me. Why did you lie? Why did you tell me you wanted to be with me? Why did you turn around and say you didn't want to be with me? Nothing you said or did makes any sense. You tell people so many different stories. Do you have a heart? Did you ever like me? Or was it just your sex drive talking? I'm not easy. You knew that. So why did you choose me? I know somewhere in the pit of your soul, you liked me. You wanted to be with me. But your shallow brain didn't want to admit it. We're you embarrassed that you liked me? Is that why you wanted it to be a secret romance? Am I that much of a disgrace to like? What you did makes me feel like shit. It makes me feel worthless, like a rock you just pick up and skip across the water. I don't want to feel that way, because I know it's not the truth. I look at you and think of how you made me feel and I feel sick to my stomach that I ever believed any of it. Do you know that I liked you? A lot? Do you know that you made me feel loved, wanted, and perfect? Absolutely perfect? Do you know that you hurt me? Put me down? Made me feel like a toy you play with once and then just put back on the shelf for later? Now I know how it feels to be played. To be used. To be lied to. To have your heart ripped out of your chest and thrown on the ground. I thought you cared. I thought I made you happy. I thought you wanted me. I saw you and got butterflies. I wanted to hold your hand. I wanted to kiss you. I wanted to spend every single day with you. I hate that I ever felt that way. You say you're sorry, but I know you're not. You say I'm amazing, but do I believe that? You say not now, but later. Do you even mean that? Do I even want that? I hate you, so much. This is worse than a person you love breaking up with you. You completely destroyed my heart, and I know you don't care. I know that you'll act like nothing happened. You already have. You can't even look me in the eyes. But grow a pair and man up. Admit that you liked me, admit you wanted to be with me, admit what you did was wrong, admit that you want me back. You never will because you're incapable of being a man. You'll always be a scared little boy who runs from his feelings and is too shallow to admit that he may be capable of loving someone. Because that's not cool. Because it's not cool to love someone. It's much cooler to play around with a girls heart and lie to her and tell her cute, nice things with no meaning actually behind them. It's much cooler to make a girl fall for you and then just turn around and act like nothing happened and just let her go, without an explanation. Well guess what, it's not cooler. You're not cool. Nothing you will ever become will be cool. You're the epitome of a loser. You're just another boy that will never be a man.